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CHAPTER 3: Vikings - Lillesøster (Little Sister)

Chapter 3 Warnings: Threats, Fluff, Cheating and Smut

Word Count: 10100

Setting: Viking Era

Genre: Romance/Drama/Epic

Pairing: Ragnarssons x Reader, Alfred x Reader, Aethelred x Reader (No details because it would spoil the story)

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Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13

Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19

Chapter 20 Part A Chapter 20 Part B

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It was a warm and sunny day and you and your five Handmaids were sat on coverlets in the lush and manicured garden of King Charles’s estate.

You were happily engrossed in a book of poetry when you suddenly felt a tickle upon your shoulder. As you tossed the book down and prepared to scream, certain that a bug had jumped on you, the tickle became heavier.

“Fingers?” You thought to yourself.

Your Handmaids exchanged glances as you turned around to see whom was behind you. There, beaming at you with blue eyes full of mischief, was Aethelred. The Prince knew how much you detested bugs and loved to tickle you just to laugh at your over-the-top reactions.

“I swear Aethelred, one of these days, I will break every last one of those fingers of yours.” You said as you turned your back to him. “Now, if you do not mind, I must return to my reading.”

Of course you were not truly upset with him. You had chastised him because you simply enjoyed teasing him and getting a reaction. Since he had given you your first kiss two days prior, you always felt butterflies in your stomach when he was near. For that reason you found that teasing him helped alleviate your nervousness. Despite what you said, the handsome Aethelred took a seat beside you and eyed you a moment with a serious expression upon his face.

“I would allow you to break anything of mine, with the exception of my heart.”

You rolled your eyes but your Handmaids all giggled at his silly romantic words. The women were beyond entertained by the presence of the young Prince, and exchanged glances as they tried to appear busy with their needlework and books. Despite this, you were aware that they vicariously enjoyed watching the manner in which the two handsome Princes pursued you. And who would not? Each brother was precious in their own way.

Leaning closer, Aethelred got so close to you that his nose grazed your cheek. Determined not to give him attention, you raised your book to your face, but you smirked as you did so. The smirk did not go unnoticed by the Prince. He took you by your chin and turned you to face him. As he gazed into your eyes, you felt your body get hot with longing. You quickly pushed his hand away and turned from him however, Aethelred was undeterred. He turned you head towards him again knowing full well that he was making you squirm. Despite you being betrothed to his little brother, the way you behaved let Aethelred know that you indeed loved him. Though you had yet to say it.

“Y/N, why must you keep diverting your eyes?” He asked playfully.

“Well, I am reading. I do believe that you can see the book in my hand.” You replied averting your gaze from his devious blue eyes. “Ou êtes-vous devenu aveugle depuis notre dernière conversation? (French: Or have you gone blind since we last spoke?)

Leaning to your ear, Aethelred practically pressed his lips upon your lobe.

“Je ne me soucie pas de votre livre. Je fais cependant attention à tes lèvres sur les miennes.” He whispered. (French: I do not care for your book. I do however, care for your lips upon mine.)

You glanced at him and bit your lip knowing he was insane for even saying it. True you had kissed him that one morning but there was hardly anyone awake at that time. Also, it was done in the heat of the moment. Though you would have loved to get another turn at kissing Aethelred again, there was no way he could expect you to kiss him out in the open. Especially with much of the King’s court and dignitaries walking about enjoying the warm weather.

“I cannot” You whispered in reply as you lifted you the book again.

Since he did not like your response, Aethelred took the book from your hand and hid it behind his back. You glared at him, however, your furrowed brows only made him smirk deviously.

“He is so irresistible when he is being naughty.” You thought to yourself as you looked the Prince up and down.

It was indeed a look that made your temperature run hot, something that Alfred had yet to make you feel. Ironically, as soon as you had thought of the younger of the Princes, he suddenly approached. As always, your future husband was somewhat timid upon arriving to where you sat with his elder brother. Looking at the close proximity in which you and Aethelred were sat, Alfred did his best to remain unfazed. Taking a seat on the opposite side of you, he greeted his brother first before turning to you.

“I hope I am not interrupting anything.” Alfred said as he looked at you.

For some odd reason, he had not spoken to you since the announcement of your betrothal had been made. Because of this, you did not want to say anything to scare him off knowing how favored he was by King Ecbert. Understanding that you had to behave with cunning for the foreseeable future, you gave the younger Prince a sincere smile.

“Of course not Alfred. It is good to see that you have decided to enjoy the weather today. I thought for certain that you would be playing chess or evaluating religious works.

As soon as the words left your mouth, Aethelred burst into laughter. You and Alfred both looked in his direction as he continued to chuckle at your remark. Glaring at the elder Prince, you silently mouthed for him to desist. You knew from being at court with the brothers for so long that Alfred was quite sensitive. When you were all younger, anytime he felt as if you or Aethelred were mocking him, he would stop speaking to you both for long periods of time. As you grew, you realized that it was not nice to tease him for being overly studious and reserved.

The still amused, Aethelred rolled his eyes, however, he did stop laughing at his little brother as you requested. Turning to face Alfred again, you tried to figure out something to say to break the silence. He was looking down at the coverlet, obviously upset.

“I like that you have chosen to let your hair down today. It suits you very well.” You said in a sweet tone.

Indeed, Alfred’s long dark brown locks draped his adorable and boyish face attractively. In an attempt to lift his spirits, you gently brushed some of his wayward hair behind his ear. As you did so, the young Prince looked up at you, his deep blue eyes piercing yours.

“Are you just saying that Y/N?” He asked.

“Of course not silly.” You said as you hit his shoulder playfully. “I think you should know me well enough to know that I do not give empty compliments.”

“Well, I know that about you.” Aethelred chimed in as he got even closer to you.

Ignoring his elder brother’s attempt to get under his skin, Alfred turned his attention back to you.

“In that case, I will graciously accept your compliment.” Alfred said, his full pink lips twisting into a nervous pout.

He then glanced at his brother, whom he felt was being much to forward with you despite his presence. Though he was a man who did not show much emotion, inwardly Alfred was not keen on anyone but himself being near you. Especially now that you were to be his wife. Although he was aware that the manner in which he hand gotten you was underhanded, he felt that it was necessary. So, despite knowing that what he had done to you both was wrong, he did not regret it.

“If you are keen, I would like to spend some time with you. Perhaps, you and I could go see a play together? If you find those agreeable, of course.” Alfred said.

“Of course I like plays.”

“That is good to hear. I want us to see ‘Amore Perduto’. They say that the performers are quite superb.” (Italian: Love Lost) He said as he finally gave you a reserved smile. “We shall leave in two hours so you may have plenty of time to refresh yourself and change.

“Of course Alfred.” You said with a smile.

Aethelred was quite bored with the conversation the two of you were having and so, cunningly slid his hand down your back. Hitting his hand, you assumed it would make the naughty Prince behave himself, however it did not. Instead, he seized the fabric of your dress that hugged the small of your back - making you jump slightly. You tried to scoot away from Aethelred but he only held onto your dress more firmly. None of the flirtations between the two of your escaped the reserved but observant Alfred.

Nevertheless, he pretended to be oblivious to it all, knowing that once the two of you married, he would control all your movements and social interactions.

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As you walked along the massive antechamber towards the Chapel, your Handmaids scurried behind you chatting loudly about some handsome Lord. As you passed a set of great pillars, a hand grasped your arm and pulled you backward. Before you could protest, you found yourself in front of Aethelred who was dressed to attend a sparring session with his father.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” He asked as he brought you to him.

When the two of you hid amongst the ornate pillars, your attendees wisely stayed back in the corridor, knowing it was best to give you space.

“Since your mother is keen on watching my every move these days, she requested that I sit with her in the Chapel a while.”

“For what purpose?”

“I do not know.” You sighed. “I am certain she is merely doing it to keep my free time from me.”

Without giving asking for permission, Aethelred crashed his lips to yours. Not that he needed to. Your hands promptly went around his neck as he utterly engulfed you in a kiss so passionate that you were certain you would faint. As you took your lips from his, you looked up at him with some shock.

“What if someone were to see us?” You said, looking around to make sure no one was near.

“That is true.” Aethelred said with a boyish grin as he pulled you to against his body firmly. “If that were to happen, I would hope it would be Alfred.”

“Aethelred! I know what he did is awful but how can you say that?” You asked with astonishment. “After all is said and done, he still is your brother.”

“A brother who knew very well how to scheme to get your hand.” He furiously replied as his mouth pursed into a tense frown.

“Please calm yourself.” You said in an attempt to sooth your angry beau. “No matter what anyone does, they cannot change my feelings for you.”

“I know, but imagine how I feel, Y/N. Aethelred said as his brows furrowed. “But I do not wish to think of him touching you.”

“Then do not focus on it. I try not to.” You said with a sigh.

“But the time will come…” Aethelred said as his shoulders heaved with exasperation.

Relaxing himself, he pressed his lips to yours tenderly. Gently, you parted his lips with yours and pulled him into another affectionate kiss. Smiling against his lips, you pulled away and pushed him teasingly.

“That is enough for now. I must to go.”

As you turned to leave, Aethelred grabbed your arm forcefully and turned you around. Practically picking you up, he spun you around and pinned you against one of the pillars.

“I will come to your chamber tonight.”

“What?” You asked with a laugh. “Have you lost hold of your senses? You know very well that two guards patrol my door.”

“That I do.” He smirked. “I also know that they would not want to lose their heads.”

You sighed as you looked over his shoulder and noticed Prince Aethelwulf headed towards you both.

“Fine.” You hastily whispered and then hurried away.

Aethelred grinned as he watched you depart down the antechamber with your Handmaids - very much looking forward to the evening. As he stood admiring you as your entourage disappeared into another passage, his father placed a hand upon his shoulder.

“Admiring our dear Princess, eh?” A somewhat jovial Aethelwulf asked.

Turning to face his father, the Prince’s smile faded into an annoyed expression.

He did not find any amusement in the entire betrothal situation and resented the jest.

“My apologies for being late to our session.” Aethelred said with a grave expression.

“Do not be so serious son.” His father said as he patted his back. “I see why you kept me waiting. But, I will have you know that I am not cross with you for being late….or for pursuing the Princess.”

Though Aethelred looked at his father with distrust, he did not interrupt. As the two of them walked, Aethelwulf drew closer to his eldest in order for others not to hear.

“Believe me when I say that I have lost sleep over how things have gone.” He admitted. “I have mulled it over every night since the announcement and….I owe you a sincere apology. For that reason, as a father, I say you should do as your heart feels is best. I only ask that you do so discreetly.”

Aethelred was astonished by his father’s words. Could he truly be saying what the young Prince assumed he was saying?

“Are you telling me it is alright for the Princess and I to be together in secret?”

“Yes.” Aethelwulf replied as he looked at his son with great sympathy. “I could tell by your letters that you loved her very much. I am only sorry that neither I, nor the King, have the ability to withstand the demands of your mother. For that reason, I shall not prevent you the right to be in the Princess’s arms. Just do not lay with her until after the Bedding Ceremony or you will ruin her reputation. Do you understand?

He looked into his son’s eyes for a moment ensuring that he understood. Gradually, a speechless Aethelred nodded his head.

“Good. I want to see you happy and if Princess Y/N is the thing that will bring that about, I will close my eyes to it all.”

Aethelred regarded the marble floor a while, very taken aback by his father’s candid advice. As the two of them walked along, a silent agreement was made that finally eased at least some of his pain.

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It was a little past midnight when there was a tap on your chamber door. You were awake however, since you had trouble relaxing knowing that your beau was to visit you. Straightening your white cotton nightdress, you made your way to the door cautiously.

“What if he has been caught by someone other than the night guards and they are here to confront me?” You thought with some anxiety.

Exhaling deeply, you carefully unlocked the door. You were utterly relieved to find Aethelred beaming at you like a child about to get into mischief. Pulling him swiftly into your chamber, you shut the door behind you and locked it. As you spun around to speak to him, the Prince wasted no time in sweeping you into his arms.

“Aethelred.” You exclaimed in a hushed tone. “I need not be carried.”

Without a word in response, he walked to your enormous bed and laid you down upon your back. Your heart raced as he slowly began removing his white nightshirt. When he had taken it off, Aethelred tossed the garment aside while you admired his toned figure. He was quite the sight to behold and you could not help gazing at him with longing. As you stared his perfection, you eyed the tiny line of black hairs that went from his pelvis and vanished at the waistband of his pants.

“I wonder what it looks like.” You mischievously thought to yourself.

Noticing your eyes upon his body, Aethelred smiled as he pulled you towards him by your legs. Sliding you down the satin bedding, he parted your legs and crawled in-between them. As he laid his body over yours, your heart began to race with excitement. A smitten Aethelred slowly pulled the lacing of your nightdress making you squirm underneath him with anticipation. When he could fully push the garment apart, he did so gradually, glancing at you every so often to make certain that you were willing. It did not take long before you felt the cool air of the bedchamber caress your breasts as Aethelred exposed them fully.

“God, you are perfect.” He said in a soft tone as he beheld you a moment.

You bashfully watched his eyes travel over your breasts while stroking his arm that propped him over you. Finally, he brought his face to your left breast, flicking the nipple with the tip of his tongue before taking it into his warm mouth. In response, you wrapped your legs around his waist, causing his pelvis to press against yours. As Aethelred gently rotated his hips against you, you could feel something hard between you both. Despite being a virgin, you knew immediately that it was his member tightly pressing against your womanhood. The feeling of him between your legs and his mouth upon your breast, caused a moan escape from your mouth. The sound of your moan must have caused Aethelred to become further aroused because you soon found yourself in the midst of a powerful kiss that threated to leave you breathless.

You writhed underneath him as your body began to feel hot all over. Though you had overheard many married women speak about the touch of a man and lovemaking, you were confused. Though Aethelred had not penetrated you…..your body could not keep still. You felt as if you were going to lose control as you writhed the more he continued to kiss you.

“Aethelred…yes.” You breathlessly managed to say against his lips.

“I wish I could make love to you right now.” He said after breaking the kiss and holding your neck firmly.

As you looked into his eyes, your hand moved down into the waistband of his pants. You had always been a very inquisitive girl and you were taking the moment to feed your mischievous curiosity. Aethelred flinched a little as your hand grazed his erection, causing you to look up at him briefly. His eyes were hooded with pleasure as he leaned his forehead against yours - watching your movements in silent pleasure. Pushing down the waistband a little, you finally saw the tip of his erect member. It excited you immensely to finally have a look at a real penis.

Sitting up, you pushed Aethelred onto his back as you became determined to see the whole of his manhood. A bit surprised at your sudden aggressiveness, the Prince allowed you to do as you pleased. The only movement he made was to caress your cheek as you straddled him and pulled down the waistband of his garment. Finally, his entire cock was before you in all its hardened glory. Aethelred’s member was quite pretty, you thought, despite it being the only male genitalia you had ever seen. It was pink and slightly rosy at the tip, most likely from being engorged with blood.

You bashfully looked into his eyes before grasping his slightly curved manhood with your left hand. Not exactly sure of what you were doing, you began to caresses it with your fingertips as you dragged them toward the tip. The sensation must have been pleasurable because, you felt Aethelred’s hips buck upward, causing his cock to push against your grip. He sat up slightly and leaned into you for a kiss while your hand stayed on his member. As you broke the kiss and looked down at his erection again, the Prince gently held your wrist. With up and down motions, he conveyed to you how to best arouse him further with your hand.

“S'il vous plaît déposer mon amour.”(French: Please lay down my love.) You commanded in a sweet tone.

As he laid upon his back, Aethelred groaned and his jaw tensed as you began to move your hand on his shaft as he had shown you. For a moment, he grasped the silk bedding but quickly opted to hold onto your thighs instead. As you continued to stroke him, his breathing became rapid as his eyes fluttered to a close. You were astounded at how such a simple motion could completely put him in a state of weakness. Feeling very much in control, you leaned over the Prince and placed your face over his.

“Y/N, that feels good.” A very aroused Aethelred managed to finally say.

“What?” You teasingly asked with your lips pressed against his ear, grazing it seductively.

You peppered his cheek with kisses, feeling the stubble of his freshly shaved face against your lips as you went along. As you were doing so, you felt his hands move from your thighs and travel up your nightdress until he grasped your ass firmly. You giggled against his cheek as you continued to stroke him – enjoying the manner in which you controlled his body with your mere hand. After only a minute more of driving Aethelred utterly insane, he began to grunt as he gripped you closer to himself. Sounds of ecstasy escaped his mouth and he furrowed his brows as if he were in pain. You were absolutely fascinated as you watched Aethelred lose control of himself. It amazed you to realize that even an important man could fall to pieces by simply being pleasured. Sitting up again, he placed his forehead against yours as he breathed heavily.

“I want you to do something for me.” You whispered against his open mouth. “Are you listening?”

Aethelred nodded – a groan escaping his lips from your constant stroking.

“I want you to buy me a Diadem for my hair. Something really pretty.” You sweetly said. “Yes?”

He nodded again before you finally gave into the kiss he so eagerly wanted. In the midst of the kiss, he suddenly flipped you onto your back and pushed your nightdress up exposing your stomach. Leaning over you, Aethelred placed your hand back on his member as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You had only stroked him a short while before you felt his hips thrust slowly in rhythm with your hand movements. As you held onto his hardened cock firmly, you could feel it throb as groaned against your ear.

Suddenly, you felt a warm sensation upon your stomach as Aethelred released his seed onto you while moaning your name. As you continued to stroke him, he weakly kissed your shoulder seemingly tired from what you had done. Pleased with yourself, you wrapped your legs around the exhausted Prince. As he laid comfortably in your arms, you ran your fingers through Aethelred’s damp hair, caressing his scalp gently with your nails.

“Ça va mon amour?” (French: Are you okay my love?) You whispered.

He could barely respond as he came off his erotic high. Aethelred merely gave you a peck on your neck in response and drifted off to sleep on top of you.

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The Wessex royals did not waste any time in setting the date for your Betrothal Ceremony to Alfred. Naturally, you knew exactly who was most likely leading the charge….Princess Judith! The woman was relentless when it came to her youngest son. So, less than a week after finding out whom you were to marry, you stood in a massive lobby, nervous about the impending ritual. You and Alfred were dressed in the finest Francia garments of gold, white and burgundy. Despite all the luxury surrounding you however, you felt like running off and finding a fishing boat to paddle to an island. Indeed, your heart raced knowing that you did not want to be tied down to any man – but……there you were.

King Charles and the Queen were so pleased with the pairing, they were actually allowing the rites to be held in the main ballroom typically reserved for wedding receptions and very important festivities. The ballroom itself was better known as ‘Le Paradis De L'or’ (French: The Paradise of Gold) and resembled something out of a fable.

It truly lived up to its name with gold plated pillars that ascended to a cathedral sealing adorned with images of the ‘Creation of Man and tons of chandeliers to illuminate it well into the night’. Since numerous Royals from far and wide were attending; with the exception of any representatives from Arundel of course; it made you nervous.

“Why do you appear so anxious Y/N?” A smiling Alfred asked as he stroked your cheek lightly. “There is nothing to fear. Besides, you look lovely. Almost angelic.”

“I am no angel Alfred!” You said harshly due to your raised anxiety level.

Realizing you had been outwardly hostile, you sighed.

“I am sorry.” You said as you took his hand in yours. “Please forgive my sharp tongue. I think I am anxious about the amount of people here to witness the rites.”

Alfred brought you close to him and gave you one of his rare smiles.

“You need not be afraid. After all, they are only here to share in our happiness.” He said as he as he looked down at you. “I know that you may not be madly in love with me now, but I know in time, as you see how much I love you, I shall win your heart.”

“Alfred…”

“There is no need for words.” He said. “I am simply looking forward to everyone knowing that you are mine and I am yours.”

As he held you close, you tried to think about what Governess Yasmine has said.

“I must play nice for now. When I have my power, I will not be subject to the whims of others any longer.” You said to yourself in preparation.

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Your heart raced as you stood alongside Alfred in front of the Archbishop and two priests. Though the man was speaking and you were looking directly at his lips, you heard nothing. He might as well have been a deaf-mute as far as you were concerned. The only thing you could hear was your own heartbeat and breathing. Taking a moment to glance to your right, you spotted King Ecbert, Princess Judith and Prince Aethelwulf. Each one of them beaming with pride as they watched the rites being performed.

The only one with a serious expression upon his face was Aethelred. The two of your locked eyes a moment before you looked away for fear of getting him in trouble. There were far too many dignitaries, royals, clerics and members of the aristocracy present for you to stare at your beau.

If it were possible, you would have ran out of the massive ballroom but of course, it was not. As you looked to your left, you spotted a smiling Governess Yasmine who promptly gave you a slight nod of the head, perhaps to reassure you. Whatever the reason, her slight gesture helped calm you to a degree.

“Princess Y/N, are you alright my child?” The Archbishop asked.

King Charles, whom was quite like a father to you, raised his right hand to gain the attention of all the attendees. Looking at you with some concern, he smiled reassuringly.

“Are you able to continue Princess?” The King asked in a very kind tone.

“Yes, your Majesty. I am.” You replied.

Relieved by your response, everyone turned their attention back to the Archbishop. Alfred squeezed your hand reassuringly causing you to turn and look at him. Sensing your eyes upon him, he turned as well. As your eyes met, you gazed upon the Prince in a state of confusion. This was to be the man you were to submit to for the rest of your life. However, the entire ‘marriage’ thing still did not appeal to you despite him being a kind and handsome man. Suddenly, your felt strange. You became lightheaded and the back of your neck began to feel warm.

“I….I…” You stammered.

The Archbishop eyed the two priests next to him before returning his eyes to you.

“It is alright Princess. You are not the first girl to become nervous with excitement during the ceremony.” The amused Archbishop said with a smile.

The ballroom erupted with laughter and chuckles at his statement whilst you were trying your best to not faint.

“Please keep your eyes upon me and all shall be well.” The Archbishop said as he stepped a little closer to you. “Now, do recite your promise for all to hear.”

You had memorized your lines for the rites and now had to repeat them for the witnesses. With any luck, you would deliver it properly or you would not only embarrass yourself, but King Charles and his Queen, who were your wardens.

“In the name of our Lord, I, Princess Y/N, daughter of Queen Helevisa The II, heir to the Golden Throne of Arundel and Protector of the Arcadian Islands, in the manner in which you have promised yourself unto me, do declare that I will soon bind and oblige myself unto you. I will take thee, Prince Alfred, son of Aethelwulf, grandson of King Ecbert of Wessex as my husband and promise to do well by you in the name of our God.”

As you finished, it seemed as if everyone sighed, relieved that you did not falter with your words. The satisfied Archbishop then turned you and Alfred to face one another. As your eyes met, your future husband smiled at you – delighted that you were one step closer to being under his total control. Placing your right hand in Alfred’s right hand, the Archbishop took off his stole and formed a cross with it. He then placed it over your hands and lifted his left hand high for all to see.

“I bear witness of your solemn proposal and I declare you betrothed. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.” The Archbishop said.

He then glanced at a nearby church attendant who held a blue velvet pillow in his hands. The man walked over and stood near Alfred who took a ring from the pillow.

“Prince Alfred, place the symbol of love upon the finger of your intended wife so that all will see that she is now spoken for.”

The eager Prince took your left hand gently and slid the ornate gold ring; encrusted with rubies and sapphires; upon your finger. As the Archbishop recited a prayer in Latin aloud and sprinkled holy water over you and Alfred, that is when it happened. You finally felt the weight of your lightheadedness overwhelm your body. Odd black dots appeared before your eyes as you felt yourself slipping into unconsciousness. Unable to prevent what was occurring, you succumbed to whatever was happening to you as gasps and voices filled your ears. Then suddenly………everything went black.

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When your eyes fluttered open, it took some time for you to figure out exactly where you were. Touching the silken fabric on top of you, you quickly realized that you were tucked into your bed. As your eyes dashed across your massive bedchamber, you saw Aethelred seated next to Princess Judith by one of the massive arched windows. As for Alfred, he wore a concerned expression as his father spoke to him with a hand upon his head.

“She has awakened.” A deep voice announced.

When you looked towards the direction it came from, you spotted an old physician dressed in all black. He mumbled something to his two female assistants before lifting your hand and placing two fingers upon your wrist.

“Good news. Her pulse has returned to normal.” He stated to an elated Alfred who had already made his way to your bedside.

As he sat down beside you, the Prince took your hand from the stunned Physician without hesitation.

“How do you feel Y/N?” Alfred asked as he caressed the back of your hand – his blue eyes staring into yours with concern.

Though you felt a little better, you were not quite yourself just yet.

“I suppose I am faring better than before.” You replied with a faint smile.

Looking towards the windows, you spotted Aethelred leaning against the wall as he watched you both.

“Aethelred.” You said. “Will you not come to me?”

Princess Judith tried her best to force a fake smile upon her face as he passed by her to your side.

When Aethelwulf saw his wife’s expression, he looked down a moment before stating that he was glad that you had only fainted and it wasn’t anything more serious.

“Truly, you gave us quite the scare. For a moment, I thought we had lost you.” Prince Aethelwulf added with a smile.

“Does that mean the rites were interrupted?” You asked him weakly.

“No my dear. You two were already quite finished when you wilted in front of us.” Judith interjected in a pleased tone. “For the sake of us all, I just hope you will not faint at the wedding.”

Aethelred rolled his eyes as he stood beside Alfred, who remained seated upon your bed. Taking your hand from your future husband, you raised it towards his elder brother.

“I was so worried Y/N.” The handsome Aethelred said as he took your hand in both of his.

Kneeling beside the bed, he looked at you with eyes that conveyed he was relieved to see you feeling better. Smiling weakly, you took your hand from his and caressed his cheek tenderly. Needless to say, the affection you were displaying to Aethelred did not sit well with Alfred nor Princess Judith – both glancing at one another briefly.

“Do not think that because I fainted, we shall not have our sparring session with the Sword Master tomorrow.” You said as you stopped caressing Aethelred’s face. “And you best not hold back as promised.”

He took your hand again and laughed at your determination.

‘Of course. I would never expect anything less from you.” He said before giving you a wink.

Coming to where her eldest knelt, Judith lightly caressed your forehead.

“Well, despite the fact that the Princess is awake, we must not overdo things. We must allow her to get more rest before she actually does fall ill.” She announced as she patted Aethelred on the shoulder.

Prince Aethelwulf looked down with some guilt. He knew that his wife was intentionally sending everyone out of the chamber to prevent his eldest son from being by your side. As a father, the weight of what he had allowed to occur was eating him up on a daily basis.

As everyone began to leave your chamber, Judith turned to Alfred and stopped him. You saw her whisper something to him before she looked over at you and smiled.

“We shall all see you tomorrow at first meal. As for today, we shall have the servants bring supper to you and Alfred here.”

With that she nudged her reluctant, youngest son towards your bedside. When everyone was gone and the door to the chamber closed, Alfred took a seat on the bed again. Sitting up, you tried to reach for the cup on the bedside table but he stopped you.

“I shall do that for you.” He said as he took the cup and placed it in your hands.

As you drank the water, your enamored future husband gazed at you and drew closer. You had barely taken the porcelain cup from your mouth when Alfred’s lips met yours. He kissed you with a passion that you did not think someone like him was capable of. After all, he was quite a religious fanatic. The kisses he typically gave you were quite reserved. Almost as if he was holding back for fear of a lightning bolt from heaven striking him.

Now, he seemed full of lust as he took the cup from your hand and put it down on the bedside table again. Immediately, he brought his face to yours, slowly rubbing his face alongside your cheek. Placing his hand upon the side of your face, he began to caress your lips with his thumb. As he opened his mouth slightly as if he was going to kiss you, Alfred gently parted your mouth with his thumb as he gazed into your eyes intensely. Unsure of what to make of his suggestive actions, you looked at him warily. Abruptly, his hand slid from your face to your neck, gripping your throat aggressively as he pressed his lips to your ear.

“I am looking forward to our wedding night.” He whispered in oddly calm tone – making your brow raise and rendering you speechless. “I will make love to you until you cannot think of another again.”

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As the two of you stood on the massive veranda of the ballroom, you turned your head slightly and realized that Alfred’s face was ever so close. Your betrothed had been debating whether or not to kiss you while you were regaling him about the lavish celebration being held. The event was all the idea of King Charles and his way of celebrating the conclusion of your time in his court. In three months’ time, you, Alfred and Aethelred would be allowed to return home.

You swallowed hard as you diverted your eyes out over the serene estate that was now illuminated by moonlight and scattered torches. Ever since Alfred had stated his intentions for your wedding night, you did not know how to view him. Despite being every bit the religious zealot, he was obviously capable of feeling carnal desires. Naturally, you did not know what to make of it all.

Turning his head slightly, Alfred leaned closer as he continued to stare at you, his eyes shifting to your lips. The lips he had so wanted to feel especially since he knew that Aethelred had claimed them numerous times. Just thinking about it enraged him and he wished it were possible to obliterate every thought of his brother from your mind. As you stood still, unsure of what to do, you closed your eyes as Alfred brushed his lips over yours. You could feel his long hair brushing against your cheeks as he leaned further in and finally pressed his lips to yours.

As you pulled back a little in order to say something to him, Alfred placed his hand upon your face and brought you back to him. This time, he pressed his lips to yours longer before parting them with his tongue. Dragging his thumb along your bottom lip, he parted his own not far from yours, as if making you wait in anticipation. In an instant, he finally crashed his lips to yours – this time with great desire.

You felt breathless as he pulled you close to him by your waist. His lips claimed yours as if he were a man possessed - causing your heart to race. It was so unlike Alfred to give into his desires and it was causing you to feel apprehensive. Was he kissing you because he wanted to or was he merely doing it to best Aethelred?

“Alfred please.” You said as you pulled back from his kiss.

He looked at you and furrowed his thick brows – making his deep blue eyes seem menacing. Despite the fact that your words obviously had upset him, you tried to walk past your betrothed to return to the event.

“I think we should return in case…..”

“In case what?” Alfred asked in a demanding tone. “In case Aethelred is searching for you?”

“Alfred…you are mistaken.”

“Do not make me laugh! If that is so, then why must you always find excuses to leave whenever you are alone with me?”

“This conversation seems to be going nowhere fast. I will take my leave.” You said fed up with his tone and the topic.

Promptly, Alfred seized your arm to prevent you from walking away. When you turned to face him, he stared at you - his jaws tensed.

“You are to be my wife. I want to know that you enjoy my company instead of trying to find excuses to avoid being in my presence. It will not do. You cannot keep running from me if we are to build something deeper!”

You could only look at Alfred as he continued holding onto your arm and staring intensely into your eyes. Your Handmaids, who stood nearby all looked away wishing not to draw his attention nor anger.

“Alfred, I do not avoid spending time with you. You are perceiving things falsely.”

“I am not perceiving things falsely. Do you suppose that I am so occupied with the impending war that I do not know what is going on? You think I do not know about your flirtations with my brother?” He asked as he pulled you closer.

You looked away from him. Not because you were embarrassed that he was aware of you and Aethelred carrying on behind his back. You looked away because you were trying to prevent yourself from screaming at him. You did not appreciate the fact that Alfred thought he could make you feel guilty for kissing his brother especially since he knew that Aethelred had loved you for some time. He had witnessed how the two of you flirted with one another and how much you enjoyed each other’s company.

You stared into Alfred’s eyes that searched yours for answers. Finally, instead of giving him a tongue lashing you thought he deserved, you calmed yourself.

“I do not know what to say. But please know that it is not my intention to hurt you Alfred. After all you and I have been friends for a long time.”

“I do not wish to hear that term again!” A frustrated Alfred said between clenched teeth. “I want you see me, as I see you. As a cherished spouse.

“This is an unpleasant situation that I know.” You said. “But were you not aware that Aethelred and I cared for one another prior to you betrothing me?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around Alfred’s neck – ever the innocent seductress.

Though he was still a little upset, the smitten Prince did not resist your embrace. He instead leaned into it willingly and wrapped his arms around your waist tightly. Leaning down and resting his head on your shoulder, he was silent for a moment.

“I will not deny it Y/N.” Alfred finally replied. “I only ask that you do not hate me for it.”

“Well, I cannot deny that it has made me very upset.” You sighed before continuing. “However, Governess Yasmine has advised me to see beyond my current emotions. After all, God is the one who has blessed our impending union. At least, that is what your mother has told me.” You replied.

You then placed a sincere peck upon his lips. Wanting more however, Alfred drew you into an amorous kiss.

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“I still do not think it is fair regardless of what you say Alfred.” You said – your lips remaining in a pout.

As you stood on the deck of the ship, you looked off towards the land that drew ever closer. Kattegat was within distance and you would most likely be docking in a few short hours. Alfred, whom stood behind you with his arms around your waist, groaned at your words. The two of you had been arguing about Aethelred heading to Wessex instead of accompanying you to reunite with your family. You felt that as Alfred’s elder brother, Aethelred had every right to meet your relations and friends.

“Are you going to go on about it every day?” He asked as he snuggled his face against your neck.

“Of course.” You said with resolve. “Until you admit that he has as much right to get to know my loved ones as you do, I will not drop the subject.”

Alfred rolled his eyes as he looked into the expanse of the blue sea. He wanted to keep insisting that he was right but deep down, his Christianity wrestled with him. Once again, he had secretly played his hand against his brother. Not wanting to deal with the two of you flirting with one another, Alfred had asked his mother to convince King Ecbert to order Aethelred to Wessex.

“Listen, how about I meet you halfway.” Alfred said as he played with your dangling ruby and gold earring. “I will make certain that everyone gets acquainted prior to the wedding.”

You turned around and glared at him, utterly frustrated with his constant need to control things.

“You know very well that a majority of people I wanted him to meet will not be attending our nuptials in Wessex!” You said, feeling yourself becoming livid with each word. “Most of them are Heathens and would never be welcomed amongst the Christian royals. And you knew that prior to sending Aethelred away.”

Alfred cringed at your direct accusation.

“Oh, you think I cannot discern that you were behind the King’s sudden “need” for Aethelred’s presence?” You asked – doing your best to restrain your anger. “At any rate, I believe I have seen enough of the ocean, I am returning to my cabin.”

You attempted to leave so that you would not say anything you would regret. However, Alfred, whom was still standing in front of you, blocked you in. To your annoyance, you found yourself wedged between him and the wood of the ship.

“I shall not let you pass until you first calm yourself.” Your betrothed said as he leaned closer to you. “I love you Y/N. Though you will not understand my decisions at times, they are what is best. Sometimes, you may even detest them, however, I will always do what is best for us.” He added as his blue eyes met yours. “Do you understand what I am trying to say?”

You clenched your teeth in frustration, nevertheless, you still nodded.

“Good.” A thankful Alfred replied with a smile – quite content with your easily acquired obedience.

“What are you two lovebirds up to?” Prince Aethelwulf asked as he strolled over and stood next to you both.

As he looked out over the waters, he added that he was pleased to see the two of you spending a great deal of time together.

“It appears that this journey has done the two of you some good.” Aethelwulf added as he looked directly into your eyes.

Your future father-in-law gave you a smirk that indicated he knew something that he was keeping to himself. As Prince Aethelwulf looked back to the ocean, you excused yourself to both men and stated you wanted to get some rest prior to the ship docking.

“Of course.” Alfred said, giving you a kiss on the back of your hand. “The servants will wake you when the time arrives.”

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“Praise the Gods! There she is!” An excited Queen Aslaug said to Ubbe as she let go of his arm. “Look at how much she has grown.”

The Ragnarssons, Ragnar and the rest of your extended Viking family all looked on, quite stunned at how much you had changed. Although they all recognized you straightaway, you were indeed a sight to behold as a woman. With your regal dark blue and white dress and your hair adorned with fine jewels, you were every bit an imminent Queen. And a rather enchanting one at that. Even your own half-brothers swallowed hard as they beheld your smiling face for the first time in years.

Holding her skirts, Aslaug hastily walked towards you as you were helped off the ship’s pathway by some of the Royal Guards. You Handmaids stood aside as your eyes landed on your father’s wife whom you had grown to love.

“Queen Aslaug!” You said, barely containing your happy tears.

You both instantly embraced one another, the six of separation meaning nothing in that moment. She had been so good to you and you considered her to be mother figure much like Governess Yasmine.

“Oh, how I have missed you Queen Aslaug!” You said as you held her tightly as if you would never let go.

Now that you were seventeen and fully recognized as a woman by society, you now understood so many more things. You now understood the tiny frustrations and the bigger ones that you saw her deal with. The numerous times you overheard her and your father argue about his other women despite her not even being allowed a male friend. Truly, you now had a great deal of compassion for Aslaug. As the two of you slowly looked one another over, she smiled down at you, still taller than you as always.

“Well, I did not get your height though I prayed for it.” You laughed, utterly beside yourself with joy.

Aslaug’s eyes welled-up as happiness overtook her. Ignoring her own tears, she instead gently wiped yours with her dainty fingers.

“My sweet girl is home.” She said giving you a smile that denoted she had been through much. “I cannot wait for you and I to have our alone time. There is so much for us to discuss, especially about your soon-to-be husband.”

Your quick frown did not go unnoticed by your perceptive surrogate mother. It was a look she knew all too well and so said nothing at that time. You looked around and spotted Alfred and Prince Aethelwulf with Ragnar, Floki and your brothers. If you had not seen it for yourself, you would have not believed it. The manner in which your father was smiling and speaking to Alfred was unlike anything you had ever witnessed. His mannerisms and smile appeared to be one of pure excitement. Of course, you were well aware of how much Ragnar loved Alfred’s father; Athelstan; however, you did not expect him to love the son in the same manner.

“Well, it seems your father is fond of him already.” Aslaug said as she held your hand. “You best come. If you do not, they will accuse me of hording you all to myself.”

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Hand in hand, you and Queen Aslaug approached the men until they eventually took notice of you. Ivar’s blue eyes lit up with happiness as he gazed at you. Surprisingly, he actually seemed more thrilled than all the other Ragnarssons combined. Apparently your time at court had done little to diminish the way he felt about the kindness you had shown him as a child. As everyone looked on, you ran into Ragnar’s open arms without waiting for him to get a word out.

“Father!” You said with a shaky voice – utterly moved by seeing the pained expression upon his face. “All the letters in the world could never replace having you in front of me.” You whispered.

Ragnar cradled your head against his shoulder as he held you snugly. The feared Viking leader could not help but to close his eyes as he embraced you against his chest, happy that the miserable years of separation were finally over.

“I have missed you more than you will ever know.” He whispered against your ear. “Now, let me have a proper look at my lovely daughter.”

With that, Ragnar held your hand and spun you around, much to your amusement and everyone else. You giggled when you faced him again and saw the expression upon his face.

“Is my daughter not the loveliest woman ever created by the Gods?” He proudly boasted. “I suppose it is a good thing that I am feared already or I would have to kill allot of men.”

Embracing you again, he pointed to your brothers who all seemed eager to reunite with you as well. You first went to Bjorn, not just because he was the eldest, but because you shared a deep bond still.

As you embraced your very imposing looking brother, you were amused that you had to stand on your toes to even hug him properly.

“Still too short, eh?” He asked as he held you in his strong arms.

“I love you so much Bjorn. All the encouraging words you sent to me through Lancille truly helped me stay sane.” You looked up at him with a great smile. “If it had not been for you, I would have most likely had given up and returned home.”

“We are the children of Ragnar Lothbrok, we never give up sister. No matter what the situation.” The elder Ragnarsson replied.

As you let go of Bjorn’s hand you came face-to-face with Hvitserk.

You could not help but to plant a kiss upon his adorable cheeks before embracing him.

“You have grown to be so handsome.” You whispered. “I am certain you must have all the women fawning over you.”

Your golden haired brother smirked at your suggestion, mostly because it was true. He did have many women throwing themselves at him just as much as he threw himself at them. Moving to Ubbe, you planted a kiss on his bearded cheek, despite it making your lips feel odd.

The elated second eldest Ragnarsson picked you up and spun you around much your delight. He had always been the most reserved of your brothers, only behind Bjorn, but now, he seemed more outgoing.

“Welcome home little one.” He said as he finally set you on your feet.

Before you could even get to him, Ivar grasped your hand and pulled you to him.

“Ivar!” You exclaimed, utterly dumbfounded to see him standing upright.

You could not believe your own eyes. As you glanced at his crutch and metal leg braces, you became elated. God knew how difficult of a time he had dealing with his birth defect but now, he appeared to have finally overcome it to a degree.

“I cannot believe it!” You exclaimed as you wrapped your arms about his neck tightly.

A happy Ivar embraced you with one arm as he balanced himself upon his brace. He closed his eyes as he took in the floral scent of your hair. Truly, he had missed the sister who thought he was so good at everything that she competed with him every chance she had. You kept your arms around his neck as you looked up at him - tears streaming down your cheeks. You were simply pleased that, after all the ridicule Ivar had received for being a cripple, had now found confidence.

“Why the tears Princess?” He asked with concern.

Ivar took his hand from your waist and wiped away your tears with his calloused fingers.

“You…of course!” You said with a smile as tears continued to well in your eyes. “I…am happy to see how you have progressed in my absence.” Then you frowned at him. “Why did you keep such wonderful news from me?” You asked.

“I wanted it to be a surprise upon your return.” He said with a smirk. “Did it not work?”

“Ivar, if I did not love you so much, I would toss you into the ocean this very minute.”

“You could try.” He said with a laugh, glad to see your sense of humor had not diminished.

Your eyes soon met Sigurd’s, who stood not too far off from Ivar.

You laughed as you finally beheld the brother whom you adored like no other.

“Siggy!” You said as you let go of Ivar’s hand.

You first took hold of your curly haired siblings face, making him blush. As you studied his features, you were happy to see his endearing smile was still as genuine as ever. When your eyes fixated on his beautiful blue ones, he actually kept eye contact. You were pleased to know that much like Ivar, he too had learned to live with his birth defect.

“I hope you still have what I gave you before I departed.” You said with a scowl.

“Of course I do.” Sigurd replied as he held out his silver necklace that held your childhood ring.

“Thank the stars.” You giggled.

“Why would I not have something that means so much to me?”

“Oh, I do not know…perhaps I assumed you would have given it to a woman by now.”

“Nonsense.” Sigurd replied. “Besides, if I gave every woman I charmed a gift, I would be poor.”

“You are utterly hopeless.” You replied with a laugh.

As you playfully hit Sigurd on his shoulder for his mischievous remark, you caught sight of your loyal guard. There stood Lancille next to a smiling Pippa, both content to let your reunite with your family first.

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After you had finished pleasantries with your Uncle Rollo, Floki, Torvi and the rest of the extended family, you finally made your way to where your Lady In Waiting and Royal Personal Guard were.

“I have missed you dearly Princess Y/N.” Pippa said bowing first before you pulled her into an embrace.

“I have missed you too. Do you know how difficult it was not have anyone to tell my secrets to?” You said with a giggle. “By the way, you look ever so beautiful as always.” You added.

“Thank you, your Highness. But I do believe you are the one deserving of compliment. I cannot believe how striking of a young woman you have become.” She turned to your guard with a smile. “Right Lancille?”

Though he looked at you, Lancille remained reserved despite the fact he had not seeing you for years.

You glared at him a moment before you forcefully embraced him. Giving in, the brooding guard finally embraced you back, despite feeling an odd emotion within his heart. He did not know what to make of how he felt but, he realized immediately that he found you attractive. Not wanting to be too close to you longer than necessary, he gently ended the embrace and looked at you.

“It is wonderful to have you back, your Highness.”

“Did you miss me as I missed you?” You asked with eagerness.

Lancille’s brown eyes met yours as he tried to think of a response that would not be considered rude. He also did not want to say anything to giveaway his mixed emotions.

“We all missed you, your Highness.”

You glared at him again, knowing that he was being much too formal and distant. However, you decided that when Lancille least expected it, you would corner him and get an explanation for his absurd behavior.

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“Gunni Leifsson!” You screamed with excitement when you spotted him.

Although Gunni was now twenty years of age; and not the pouty fourteen year old you had known; you recognized him instantly. The young ruler of the Dutchy of Brattsholt smiled as he watched you as he stood amongst his men. How desperately he had missed his Christian friend who did not mind swinging the sword despite it being frowned upon by her people. As you left your brothers to go to him, Ivar scowled.

“Why is she so happy to see him?” He said as he leaned on his crutch. “She should be more eager to spend time with us.”

Ivar glared in your direction, unhappy that you were not content with only being with your family.

“Allow your sister to greet those who have missed her as much as we have. After all she is residing at home with us Ivar.” Aslaug replied as she held onto Ubbe’s arm. “There will be plenty of time to catch up. Besides, the young King traveled far to welcome her.

“King!” Ivar scoffed. “He is only one because his father and Boe fell during the last raids.”

“So what Ivar? You act as if no other Viking has become King for that reason before!” Sigurd replied with irritation.

The two brothers glared at each other, quite ready to get into another one of their infamous arguments. Sigurd, who detested Ivar’s constant need to be venomous, was prepared to stand his ground and tell his little brother just what he thought of him. As he eyed Ivar with hatred, Sigurd crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for the youngest Ragnarsson to say something stupid.

“Boys, please.” Aslaug interrupted her two youngest sons. “Can we please have no fights on your sister’s first day back?”

Ivar and Sigurd glared at each other but said nothing further. Not wanting to be near his little brother any longer, Sigurd left and went to join Prince Alfred, Ragnar and some of the others.

King Gunni stood patiently as you approached him, almost unsure of what to do.

He felt his heart flutter the moment you had called his name and could not help but to stare when you finally arrived in front of him.

“Gunni!” You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly. “I have missed you so very much. Of course I will not ask if you missed me because I know you have.”

“Of course I did. A Christian Princess that went around behaving like a Berserker is hard to come by. He winked. “Still in love with swordplay?

“Certainly. That is something that has not changed.”

Gunni looked at you as if he could not believe you were standing in his arms. Giving him a warm smile, you pulled him in for another embrace. The guards who had accompanied you on your journey, eyed him closely as if he could pose a threat. Despite all you had briefed them, the Christians still seemed apprehensive when around the Heathens.

“You do realize that I should not be holding you right now. I am quite upset with you” Gunni playfully chastised as your embrace ended.

Still holding you around the waist, he peered down at you with a smirk. You tried to think of what you could have done to upset him - totally unsure of what it could have been. Suddenly, you remembered.

“Forgive me Gunni. I have been an awful friend. I know the last letter I sent to you was five months ago but….so many things occurred in that time.”

His blue eyes bore into yours but he said nothing for a moment. Suddenly he sighed.

“It is true that allot did occur. Things like….…you getting betrothed. To a Christian Prince no less.”

It was odd. For some reason, you kept forgetting that you were spoken for and due to marry. It was aggravating that others had power to decide your fate that easily. You did not care to be a wife. From your perspective, marriage was a burden that did not benefit the woman. While at King Charles’s court, you observed plenty of men enjoying mistresses, servants and peasants as they pleased. However, their wives were expected to behave as Vestal Virgins. Marriage and monogamy be damned, you thought.

You looked down at the silver buttons on Gunni’s leather vest in order to avoid his intense scrutiny. Regardless, you could feel his eyes on you as you tried to avoid the topic.

“I know you cannot possibly want to marry such a man.” Gunni added. “A woman like you needs a Viking.”

Looking up, you were struck by just how stunning your friend truly was.

“You think so?” You asked impishly.

“Yes, I do. Very much so.” He added as he bit his bottom lips – his eyes shifting to your mouth.

As you gazed into Gunni’s eyes, you suddenly realized that someone had approached the two of you.

“Well, sister. It is good that you have been reacquainted with Gunni again.” Hvitserk’s voice suddenly chimed in.

You wanted to roll your eyes as your brother stood beside you but Gunni laughed it off. Letting go of your waist, he gave you a wink. Your friend knew exactly why Hvitserk had interrupted the two of you and found no offense in it. After all, it was normal for Viking males to be a bit domineering when it came to their female relations.

“Come Y/N, you need to rest before tonight’s festivities.” Hvitserk said as he took you by your arm.

“Shall I see you at the feast tonight?” You turned to ask your friend.

“Of course. I would not miss it for the world.”

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CHAPTER 4: Vikings - Lillesøster (Little Sister)

Chapter 4 Warnings: Threats, Light Smut and Fluff

Word Count: 10500

Setting: Viking Era

Genre: Romance/Drama/Epic

Pairing: Ragnarssons x Reader, Alfred x Reader, Aethelred x Reader (No details because it would spoil the story)

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Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13

Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19

Chapter 20 Part A Chapter 20 Part B

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“I did not care for your display at the docks.” An irritated Alfred finally said.

As he paced the floor of his chamber in the West Wing of Ragnar’s estate, the Prince seemed on the verge of shouting. You sat quietly in a chair, desiring sleep prior to your welcoming feast, however, you could not interrupt him. In the corner, seated quietly reading a book was Pippa, doing her best to not appear bothered by Alfred’s bad mood. Governess Yasmine had already gone to her chamber to rest as had most of the people who arrived with you to Kattegat. You truly wished your soon-to-be husband would end the argument so you could rest.

“Alfred, must you always be annoyed with me?” You asked. “No matter whom I am around, you find fault. You have known about Gunni since the day I met you. He is one of my dearest friends and I have always written--”

“That was then Y/N!” Your betrothed said as he stopped pacing. “We were children. But now, it is not proper for a woman and man to be such close friends.”

“What are you saying?”

Alfred walked over and knelt in front of you. Looking at your future husband, you were doing your utmost to keep yourself calm. How dare he think he could tell you whom you could befriend or not? Especially when you had known Gunni long before meeting him. Taking your hands in his, Alfred kissed them first before he finally felt he could say what he wanted.

“Please listen to me. You are going to be Queen of your own realm and also, my wife. It means between us, we are accountable to two kingdoms……two Christian kingdoms. No matter what, at the end of all this, we have to move forward with our lives in the proper manner. Will we remain on diplomatic terms with these people? Of course! But they are Heathens at the end of the day. Therefore, our two worlds can never coincide. Especially when it comes to your social circle. You carrying on as….close friends with them will also have to end.”

“Carrying on? Alfred, you behave as if you forget that my father is Ragnar Lothbrok.”

“Fortunately, your mother raised you and your Christian attendees did the rest.” He said. “You cannot possibly think our children will be exposed to these people?”

You were astonished by his candid disdain for the Vikings. Not that you were expecting Alfred to utterly accept them as equals – his Christian upbringing would never allow it. However, you were surprised that he thought so poorly of people who had helped you after your mother’s murder.

“I do not think you are being fair.” You said trying to stay very tactful.

“Listen Y/N, I love you. But I only find your father, Bjorn and Queen Aslaug agreeable. The rest……well, as I stated, I do not wish them to be around you.

There he went again! Telling you how you were to live your life and whom you could socialize with. Since you were still worn from the journey to Kattegat, you were in no mood to argue with him. Additionally, you were trying your best to do as Governess Yasmine had advised.

“Say something, my love.” A worried Alfred said - bringing your hands to his lips and kissing them.

“I am exhausted. Would it be alright if we finished discussing this after I have had some rest?”

Alfred smirked and nodded his head. Standing up, he took you by your hand and stated he would walk you to your chambers. As the two of you exited the chamber, Pippa followed. Your five Handmaids; who had been seated in the hallway; immediately trailed behind you as well. Alfred glanced at you a moment as if he had something to say but was contemplating whether to speak up or not.

“What is it?” You asked as the two of you continued on.

Pleased by your intuition, Alfred regarded you with admiration briefly before speaking.

“I have been looking at dates for our wedding. Mother said it should take place as soon as possible. Especially with all that is occurring.” He said – giving your hand a firm squeeze. “With impending war, I tend to agree.”

You gritted your teeth as you looked straight ahead. Truthfully, you were in no rush to exchange vows with Alfred, or anyone else for that matter. Still you kept your true opinion to yourself.

“If you believe it is best.” You replied.

Alfred regarded you with both relief and joy. He was thoroughly pleased that you did not fight him on the matter. As far as you were concerned however, you were merely playing your part. In the situation you found yourself; besieged by powerful men on all sides; you had to be smart if you were to have your freedom one day. When the two of you arrived outside of your chamber door, Alfred gave you a peck on your lips. As he caressed you cheek with his thumb, he looked over your expression.

“You need not worry about anything Y/N. I will take good care of you always.”

With that, your betrothed gave you one last kiss before leaving you in the hands of your attendees.

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“Please take a seat Alfred.” A proud Ragnar said to his future son-in-law.

Alfred had just entered the War Room where his father, Ragnar, the five Ragnarssons, King Gunni, Floki, Rollo and Lancille all had been busily going over strategy for taking Arundel.

“Nice for you to finally join us…..your Highness.” Ivar said as he looked at the Wessex Prince with some disdain.

“My apologies. I was just seeing to my wife...”

“My sister is not your wife!” An annoyed Ivar interrupted with a slant of the head. “At least, not at the moment.”

The dark haired Ragnarsson did little to hide his disapproval of the impending marriage between you and the young Christian Prince. Floki looked at both the foreign Alfred and Ivar and gathered that the tension would only get worse over time.

He knew the youngest Ragnarsson probably better than most people and could sense jealousy emanating from his words.

“I am sure you all know Prince Alfred, son of Prince Aethelwulf here.” Ragnar said pointing the elder Prince.

He then introduced everyone else in the room formally since he wasn’t sure how much they had interacted at the docks.

“It is nice to meet you finally meet you in the flesh King Gunni.” Alfred said as he shook your friend’s hand. “Y/N had spoken well of you over the years.”

Gunni smirked since he could sense that your betrothed did not seem to like him much.

“Likewise, Prince Alfred.” Gunni replied. “She has also spoke allot of you and your brother Aethelred.” He added looking around. “Pray tell, is he here?”

“No he is not. He escorted our mother and King Ecbert back to Wessex.”

“Really? That is rather disappointing. I was hoping to meet him as well.” An amused Gunni said - smirking even more. He knew that Alfred was the type to keep any man far from you for his own selfish reasons. “I hope that he will grace us with his presence before we all step onto the battlefield. After all, it is easier to fight alongside people who one considers to be friends……is it not?”

“So it has been said.” Alfred replied with as he forced a smile.

Lancille looked at the two men and sighed silently. For your sake, he hoped that they could put away their egos and fight the war ahead as proper allies. He then thought to how he had been so curt with you on the docks after first being so elated to see you. It was wrong and he felt guilty for doing so. However, he did not want to accept that his heart felt something when he laid eyes upon you again after all these years.

You were no longer the child that demanded he be at your side at all times, you were a woman. He could not help feeling attraction despite knowing you were off limits. Thus, he thought it was best to avoid you so that his feelings would not betray him. Especially since he and Pippa had an on and off relationship of sorts. Lancille’s thoughts were interrupted by Bjorn’s voice asking for the floor.

“Lancille and I have received word from Sir Evertte…”

“Excuse the interruption Bjorn. Who is he?” Gunni asked.

All the other men nodded their heads in agreement to his line of questioning.

“My apologies. I should have clarified who he was in the grand scheme of things before I began. Sir Everette is the Princess’s former personal guard and now is head of her loyal knights and fighters.” Bjorn said as he took his place in front of the men and placed his hands upon the large oak table.

Ivar fidgeted in his seat as he bit his lip. As always, he had issues with Bjorn always taking lead at times such as this.

“Why should we trust the word of this Sir Everette fellow?” Ivar interrupted. “For all we know he may have become compromised by now and is giving us inaccurate information.”

Some of the others grumbled in agreement, apparently feeling the same suspicion. Noticing this, Lancille spoke up.

“You have my word that he is an honest and loyal man. He not only cares for the Princess as his sovereign but as a daughter. He would never betray her. I swear my life on it.”

Ivar smirked and gave him a glare.

“That is good to know. If this man ever betrays us, I know whom to kill first.”

“Ivar!” Ragnar said as he poured some ale.

Lancille scowled at Ivar but did not dignify his absurd statement by giving it reply. He knew that Ragnar’s youngest son detested him for some reason. It had always been that way since you were a child and nothing had changed over time. Though Bjorn and Ragnar had become fond of Lancille, Ivar still viewed him with great disdain.

“As I was saying…” Bjorn said. “Sir Evertte has confirmed that King Edmund of Assyria will back the Princess.”

“And by that, what does he mean?” Ivar asked not impressed thus far.

“It means men and ships. And if she so requires, he will provide coin as well.” An annoyed Bjorn replied.

“Was that so difficult?” Ivar said. “At least we all now are clear on what his ‘help’ will involve.”

“There is some bad news, however.” Lancille interjected as he looked around the room. “Queen Isadora of Caesarea and King Nigelle of Edom have allied with the Queen Regent. With the Arundel’s fighting force and the two kingdoms backing them, the battle ahead will not be easy. However, it is a winnable battle nonetheless.”

“What of King Gaiallard of Scythia? Has he given word either way?” Prince Alfred asked of Lancille.

“I am afraid he has currently decided to stay neutral. Perhaps he is hedging his bets. I think he wants to see which side will appear to be more likely to win after a few skirmishes before committing his men.” Lancille replied.

“Cowardly piece of Christian filth!” A disgusted Floki sneered.

Rollo and Ivar burst into laughter whilst some of the others cringed a little.

“Current company not included….of course.” Floki added with a great smile upon his face.

“It does not matter. We will win!” Rollo added before lifting his horn in the air.

“Exactly Uncle. It does not matter how many forces the rebellious Queen attains or who does not join the fray. All that matters is that we have the advantage strategically. Great plans can lay waste to great numbers. It will be a quick war.” Ivar said.

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“Stop right there Lancille!” You demanded as you approached your guard and close friend.

He had been avoiding you since the docks and you were beyond fed up with it. You had assumed that when the two of your reunited, there would have been some emotional reaction from him. Not that you expected tears of joy or anything of that nature. Lancille was Lancille after all. However, you did expect him to behave as if he was happy to see you again. Instead, he persisted in being indifferent to the point that it almost offended you. How could he behave so nonchalantly about your return whilst you were eager to chat and laugh about old times? No matter. You would now get to the bottom of things.

“Yes, your Highness.” The continuously brooding Lancille replied – giving you a customary bow before looking to the ground.

“Go and wait for me by the entrance of the Great Hall. I wish to speak with him alone.” You said as you turned to your Handmaids.

The five of them exchanged apprehensive looks about your command but left the two of you alone nevertheless.

“I demand to know why you have been avoiding me!”

“I beg your pardon, Princess?”

“Do not toy with me Lancille. I will not be fooled by your pretense. You have been cold and distant, not to mention that you have intentionally been avoiding me all day. Why?”

Lancille’s brown eyes met yours briefly before he looked into the sky as the two of you stood in your father’s courtyard. Looking at you again he gave a slight shrug.

“I am sorry if I have offered you Princess. I assure—“

“Please desist with the Princess rubbish! In fact, I do not wish to hear any such formalities from you.” You interrupted. “You are my friend, well at least I assumed you were. But now...I find that you cannot be bothered to smile at me or even converse beyond a word or two.”

Lancille clasped his hands in front of him and regarded you. Though you waited, he offered no response much to your irritation.

“Nothing to say?” You said in a surprised tone.

“What would you like me to say Princess Y/N?” He asked. “If there is something you require that would make you happy, please feel free to command it. I am your loyal servant after all.”

The words that left his mouth hurt you to the core. Did he really tell you to command him? As if you needed to order a friend to be a friend?

“You know what I think Lancille?” You said as you held your chiffon skirts tightly with anger. “I…I do not think I shall be in need of you shortly. I will find another personal guard and move you to a position that enables you to be…..free from…..my bothersome presence.

Lancille looked down at the ground as you spoke but offered no resistance or interruption.

“Now if you will excuse me, I have to make my entrance at my welcoming feast.” You looked at him with hurt in your eyes. “Good Evening!”

As you marched away from him, Lancille finally took his eyes off the ground and watched you depart, utterly crushed by all you had said.

As he stood alone, Pippa approached. She had overheard the entire conversation despite not initially wishing to spy on you both.

“Why are you so distant with the Princess?” She asked a stunned Lancille who turned to face her.

“So you heard everything?”

“Forgive me for being so inquisitive. I could not walk away once I saw how upset she was.” Pippa confessed. “I do not understand how you could miss her while she was away but now that she is here, you behave as you could care less.”

“It is improper for me to be overly emotional with my sovereign. As a knight, my focus is on doing a proper job of protecting her. After all, that is what is expected of me.” Lancille replied. “Now, if you will forgive me, I have to meet Ragnar and Prince Aethelwulf before the feast begins.

He gave Pippa a chaste peck on the lips before he walked off leaving her mulling everything over. Despite his assertion, your Lady In Waiting knew better. She knew exactly why her lover was determined to avoid you. Of course! Pippa had first noticed it at the docks. Lancille was very much enamored with you.

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It was evening time and the feast welcoming you home was in full swing in Ragnar’s great hall. Everyone was having a wonderful time as you sat with your wine mulling over everything in your head. You felt like a prisoner despite wearing the prettiest silk dress from Francia and your coif fitted with a costly silver and diamond diadem Aethelred had gifted you.

“My dear, you should be enjoying the evening. You look much too serious.” Governess Yasmine said as she worked on her third cup of wine.”

“I suppose you are right.” You replied, giving her an affection one-handed hug.

“Of course I am right…as I usually am.” She said with a chuckle. “Drink and enjoy yourself. None of these foolish men know your thoughts, my sweet Princess. As long as you play your part well, you will be fine. Remember this adage “An innocent maiden with a hint of the devil in her, no man can resist.” She winked. “Men are impulsive creatures and with your beauty, you can make any of them melt in your hands.”

“May I ask you something?” You said with a smirk as the wine began hitting your senses. “Why do you know so much about…you know….men?”

Governess Yasmine smiled devilishly before taking another sip from her goblet.

“I know so much because I used the men I ‘loved’ to work my way into high position within the Royal Court. You see dear, I was born to a poor family of potato farmers. Naturally, I had no hopes of ever being more than that. Imagine being the daughter of a poor farmer and then growing up to be the wife of one.” She shook her heard. “Blast that piss to hell, I said!”

You laughed for a good while to hear her blunt language. When you were a child, you had always thought of Governess Yasmine as being rigid. But as you had gotten older, she really began opening up to you more.

“That is amazing. But you are so cultured and well-learned?” You gasped. “How can that be?”

“Well it is true. Life was hard growing up. Sometimes we had good harvest and ate well, and other times, well………believe me when I say that eating radish and cabbage soup for weeks on end is torture. However, as I got older, I realized that men would look at me strangely. Often, they even bestowed gifts and coin to my mother for my sake. Of course she hid the real whereabouts of these things from my father.” She chuckled and took a sip of wine. “She always stated that a ‘relative’ had given us money to make ends meet.”

“What a shrewd woman. I rather like your mother.” You said as you took another sip of wine.

“As did I. Being the clever woman that she was, she sat me down one day and told me that I was a beauty, unlike my sisters. She then sternly advised me not to squander my looks on a poor man. “Use your god given looks to make men give you what you want.”

Your eyes went large a moment as you pondered what it could mean.

“Did she mean to lay with them?”

“Heavens no.” Governess Yasmine laughed. “You need not sleep with a man to make him do things for you. Only senseless women who lack the art of seduction and other deceits have to resort to that.”

You were confused. Despite your sheltered up bring, you knew that men loved copulation. No matter how religious they were or how high their station, you learned quickly that most were lustful.

“My dear, much can be accomplished through simple acts. Be it a passionate kiss, sultry flirtation, subtle touch or sweet words, they all work. However, if you really need to make them stupid, you can ‘handle the member’ or allow them ‘the lark’. Governess Yasmine said with a chuckle.

“I confess that I do know what ‘handling the member’ means…” You giggled – recalling what you had done with Aethelred. “However, I have never heard of ‘the lark.’”

Governess Yasmine looked around a moment, making certain that no one at the table was listening. When she was assured that the other women were not paying attention, she faced you again.

“It means to allow a man to put his penis in-between your breasts and reach his….release.” She whispered.

You instantly burst into laughter. It was one of the oddest things you had heard and made you laugh more as you pictured the act. As you sat amused by your Governess’s words, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Ivar.” You said as he took a seat beside you.

“Whom were you expecting? Your fragile Christian?” He smirked as he held his full horn towards you.”

“What is in there?”

“Try it.” He said as his blue eyes fixated on yours.

As you tried to take the horn from his hand, Ivar pulled it away. He shook his head as he eyed you playfully.

“I want to hold it for you.”

You gave in and allowed your half-brother to hold the horn to your lips. As you drank, Ivar’s eyes stayed on you.

“It is a new ale that father has been importing.”

“Well, I really like it. It is not bitter unlike most ales.” You stated once you had your fill.

Ivar sipped from his horn and smiled at you. His eyes soon fixated on your engagement ring causing him to roll his eyes.

“So they are rushing you to wifedom I see.”

“I suppose so.” You said with a reluctant smile.

“Are you happy to be marrying him?”

“Of course I am. Why would I not be?

Ivar scrutinized your facial expression a while before suddenly chuckling. Logically, you assumed it was due to him being drunk, but when he was done laughing, he leaned to your ear.

“You are a very terrible liar.” He whispered.

Leaning back to look at you, Ivar gave you one of his peculiar smiles as he took his horn to his lips. As you tried to sip your wine, you could not help but to burst into laughter at his silliness.

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As you stood to go outside for fresh air, you looked around the great hall and realized that Christian and Heathen alike were having a good time.

Perhaps your welcoming feast would go a long way in bringing people together.

“If drink, food and music is what it takes to get both sides to get along, perhaps I need to throw a few feasts with my own coin.” You thought.

“Princess Y/N, it is so good to see you.” A very happy Runa said as she pulled you into an embrace.

Gunni’s elder sister, who was now twenty four, held your hands as she looked you over with excitement in her eyes.

“I cannot believe how long it has been.” She said as she took your arm. “Come, let us take a walk.”

“That sounds wonderful actually.” You replied with a giggle. “I am afraid I require some cool air to help me reduce the effects from the wine.”

As the two of you walked towards the exit of the great hall, you spotted the elusive Gunni and some friends not too far away. The young King appeared to be having a very good time as he and his acquaintances laughed rowdily.

“He has always been quite adorable when he laughs.” You thought as some old memories came flooding to your mind.

Before you turned away, Gunni’s eyes met yours. He did not come to you, however, he gave you a wink that captivated your heart. Noticing her brother’s flirtation, Runa pulled you towards the entryway with a smirk upon her face.

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The following afternoon, you were relieved to get time alone with Gunni. Since some most of the men had gone to look at the ships Floki’s workhands were building, you forced your childhood friend to remain for your sake. After all, he was a King and had plenty of his own ship builders and ships.

“Why did you bring me here of all places?” You laughed as Gunni dragged you by your hand to the water’s edge.

The two of you had left your Handmaids behind in a meadow after you had ordered them to await your return. After all, you wanted to enjoy some private time with your Viking friend.

“Remember the first time Boe, Ubbe and I brought you here?” He asked as he reminisced.

“You mean the day I nearly drowned?” You laughed as your recalled the incident.

For some reason or another, you were too hardheaded to admit you could not swim when you were a child. When the boys had jumped into the lake, you had stripped and jumped in behind them. That was when you realized that swimming was not something one could do just by willing it. As you sunk, you had thought you were finished until you saw Gunni swimming towards you. He was the one who not only brought you to shore, but chastised you about lying. In the end, he and Ubbe eventually taught you how to swim so that horrors like that never occurred again.

Suddenly, Gunni began taking off his tunic as you sat down on the grass. Picking a daisy, you began to pluck it’s petals before you glanced up at him gain. When you laid eyes his toned and firm upper body, you smiled to yourself and turned away. Your shyness did not go unnoticed by Gunni who knelt down beside you –his long hair brushing against your face as the wind picked up slightly.

“Why will you not look at me?”

“I did. I am now looking at the flowers in my hand.” You replied still not daring to glance at his handsome face.

Undeterred, Gunni took you by the chin and turned your face upward.

“Come swimming with me.” He said.

“What? Have you gone mad? You laughed.

Since it seemed you were not willing to join him, Gunni shrugged and began removing the rest of his clothes. You were utterly stunned and could hardly move. Despite all your flirtations with Aethelred, you still were quite the shy girl. In spite of feeling butterflies in your stomach, you were curious to see how Gunni’s body was compared to your Wessex beau. As you snuck a glimpse of his nude form, the back of your neck flushed with heat.

“I’m going in without you my Christian Princess.” He yelled to you before diving into the cool lake.

You hesitated a while but you soon went and sat on the wooden pier to watch Gunni enjoy his swim. Of course, you enjoyed the view of your childhood friend rising from the water, long black hair clinging to his toned back.

Did you feel guilty for eyeing him in such a lustful manner? Of course not. After all, after seeing Aethelred’s body, you felt that the male form was to be admired as much as possible. As you sat on the pier, you decided to take off your shoes and hosiery so that you could put your feet in the water.

“No one could find fault in me merely putting my feet in” You supposed.

When Gunni noticed you unlacing the garters from around your calves, he swam over.

“Are you tempting me?” He said with a great smile.

“No I am not!” You replied.

As he drifted in the water, he watched as you removed your knitted hose before he moved in closer. When you eased your feet into the cool of the lake you gasped when you unexpectedly felt his hands caressing you calves and feet.

“Gunni!” You cried out as you laughed. “Stop it. You know how ticklish my feet are.

“Do I?” He asked playfully as he continued to tickle you.

“Please stop before I fall into the water.”

Despite your begging, Gunni persisted with a massive smile upon his face.

You hit his bare shoulder good-naturedly, but as you went to pull your hand back, he grabbed you by your wrist. Staring into your eyes with a serious expression, he placed your palm against his cheek. Instinctively, you began to caress his well-defined jawline for a while before hastily pulling your hand away. The manner in which you were holding back amused Gunni - his blue eyes staring at you with fascination. Bringing himself closer, he positioned his wet body between your legs, pushing your expensive skirts further upward in order to not get them wet.

Though you should have done so, you did not attempt to stop him. Gunni’s hands soon moved from your calves to your thighs as he kept his eyes trained upon yours. Though you tried to resist, you felt hypnotically drawn to him as his strong hands gripped your thighs harder. Before you knew it, you planted a kiss upon your childhood friend’s soft lips. Not to be denied a true kiss, as you tried to sit back up, Gunni lurched forward and captured your mouth passionately. His hands pulled you so close to his body that you nearly fell of the wooden pier you were seated upon.

You could hardly breathe as his kiss overwhelmed your very being. Kissing a Viking was comparable to kissing a bolt of lightning. Every thought left your head as Gunni’s mouth travelled from your lips to your neck, dragging his warm tongue against your flesh.

“We…..cannot….” You said, faintly protesting to prevent things from going further.

Ignoring your weak plea, he brought his face in front of yours – holding your neck in his large hand while brushing his nose against yours.

“Should I stop?” He whispered.

You could hardly say anything as you found yourself brushing your lips against his - your entire body weak and craving more. When you finally shook your head, Gunni claimed your lips again, this time with more passion. You moaned as he held your neck tightly, controlling every aspect of the embrace. Without a second thought, your legs wrapped around him – bringing his wet body against your firmly.

Responding to your embrace, Gunni buried his face into the side of your neck, giving it lustful, open-mouthed kisses. Your back arched as your threw your head backward, utterly allowing the carnal pleasure to wash over you. As he licked your from your neck to your jawline, Gunni brought his lips to yours again. Gasping lustfully, he brushed his lips against your cheek.

“I have dreamt of this for years.” He whispered.

“We….we better stop.” You timidly said, afraid to be his arms any longer.

You felt vulnerable with him and feared losing your self-control. His every touch made you crave more and you feared the voice in your head that kept saying, ‘let him take you here’. As you gazed at Gunni, you realized that the entire dynamic of your friendship had instantly changed. Not that he had not flirted with you since you were younger. However, by kissing him, you had muddied the waters further.

“What are you thinking of?” He asked with his lips curled into devilish grin.

“I…I.do not know.”

Gunni gave you a knowing smirk - very pleased to see you flustered. Never had he thought he would ever hold the Christian Princess he adored in his arms, especially after word of your betrothal had reached him. It was news that enraged him so much, that he had actually contemplated breaking alliance with Ragnar. However, being a perceptive and strategic man, the young King knew that he need not stay angry. As proud of a Viking as your father was, Gunni knew it must have been difficult for him to agree to wed you to a Christian.

However, the marriage was the best way for you to create the army you required. Since your friend did not believe you loved Alfred, he did not care to hold back his advances any longer.

“You….you are being too forward.” You said barely getting the words out.

You felt Gunni’s hands travel higher on your things since he did not care for your false protest – his fingers lightly grazing your flesh.

“Gunni!”

“Yes, Y/N?”

His hands soon rested on your hips as he held your gaze – never averting his deep blue eyes that were full of desire. You felt one of his hands slowly trace along your hip and finally… to your inner thigh – pushing back your silk chemise. The feeling of his hand so close to your womanhood made your breath catch in your throat as you tried your best to remain composed. With a devilish grin upon his face, Gunni deliberately stroked your vaginal entrance with his thumb as he continued to look at you. Your eyes fluttered in ecstasy as you let out a whimper. Pleased by your reaction, he removed his hand from between your legs and pulled you into an embrace.

“Did I make you squirm?” He asked before placing a kiss upon your cheek.

“Oh, be quiet.” You said as a shy smile crossed your lips. “We best return for my Handmaids before they grow bored and come looking for me.”

“I almost forgot about them.”

“Well thank God I have not.” You replied as you pushed him underwater.

Rising from the lake, he splashed you as his revenge for your actions. “Why you little imp! You have made me all wet!”

“In more ways than one if I am not mistaken.”

You glared at Gunni! Oh how you wished you did not have to behave respectability just then. Without question, you would have jumped into the lake and given him the sound beating he deserved for his naughty wisecrack. Standing up and fixing your chemise and skirts, you began to walk away.

“Hey Princess!” Gunni called out. “Do you not wish to remain for the show?”

“What show?”

“Me getting redressed of course.” He replied with a wink.

You turned your back to him and took a seat on the grass - heart still beating rapidly from the tryst. As you sat lost in thought, Gunni dressed up, all the while teasing you about not turning around to look at his body. When he had finished, he picked up his sheathed sword that lay next to you.

“Come my little Christian. Let us go and see how your servants are faring.”

“Thank you.” You replied as you took his hand. “And please desist from calling me that.”

“What?”

“Little Christian.” You said. “I am no longer a child after all.”

Taking your hand in his, Gunni laughed as the two of you walked side-by-side.

“I am very aware of that fact. You are most certainly a woman. He said as he eyed you mischievously.

“Gunni!” You sighed as you tried to walk ahead of him.

However, you did not get far. Wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, he placed his chin on your bare shoulder. His beard tickling you greatly.

“I know you will rid yourself of that so-called Prince soon enough. When that is done, you will become my wife.” He said with his mouth against your ear. “Is that so?”

“Yes.” He said with a smile. “Do you not recall what I said to you when we first met?

“I remember. You kept telling me that we would get married.” You said. “Things have not changed I see. You were as cocky then, as you are now.

“Thank you. And you play coy now, as you did back then.” Gunni said with a laugh. “See, you and I share the same temperament and sarcastic wit. That is why I have asked the Gods to give you to me.”

“Really?” You scoffed as he held you closer. “Heathen Gods would give a Christian woman to you, a Viking King?”

“Of course. They control all things.” He replied before sweeping you off your feet.

“Gunni! I can very well walk on my own.”

“I know. But this is much more fun.”

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Two days later, on Ragnar’s estate, Gunni sat patiently as he waited for the other men to show up in the courtyard. As he sat at the great oak table, a thrall served him some mead. It did not take long for a solemn Prince Alfred; who had also arrived early for the impeding meeting; to join him. The two men acknowledge each other civilly.

“Good afternoon Alfred. It appears that we are the first to show.”

“So it seems…King Gunni.” Your betrothed replied as he shifted in his seat a little.

“Please, just call me Gunni……Y/N does.”

Alfred could not quite put his finger on it, but he was beginning to detest your friend despite your demands for him to get along. Your betrothed may have been a reserved man but he was also a man capable of intense emotions. He did not appreciate Aethelred, nor anyone else, thinking he was so stupid as to not notice their intentions towards you. As a thrall finished pouring him some ale, Alfred decided to speak his mind.

“If I may be so bold to ask, are you married?”

“No, I am not.”

“That is interesting.” Alfred said as he searched for his next words.

“Is it?” An amused Gunni asked as he sipped his mead. “I suppose you and my mother would get along quite well then.

Alfred gave Gunni a stern look signifying he was not pleased with the jesting.

“Do not be so serious Prince Alfred. It far too early in the day for that. Gunni said with a smirk.

“As I was saying. The fact that you are an unmarried man makes me understand things a little more.

“How so?” Gunni asked.

“Because, I now understand why you do not see a problem with being so close to another man’s wife.”

“And who is that man?” An amused Gunni asked.

Alfred eyed him a moment and pursed his lips. Looking away, he composed himself so he would not allow the young King to make him act out of character. Finally, he looked at your friend again.

“I am speaking of Y/N. As a single man, I suppose you cannot appreciate my issue with your familiarity with her.

“Well do not worry, Y/N is an upstanding Christian woman. You should trust her.” Gunni said with a smirk.

Alfred cut him another severe look. He did not appreciate the amusement that your friend seemed to be getting from the topic.

“I trust her. It is you I wonder about.” Alfred said. “To remain close to another man’s wife....it would be foolish.

“Well, I am a foolish man.” Gunni said with a huge smile.

The Wessex Prince glared at the Viking King as the tension between them became worse. Fortunately, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, Bjorn and Lancille arrived at that moment and took their seats.

“Where is Ivar?” Hvitserk asked Gunni.

“I am not certain. We have not seen him as of yet.”

Lancille was holding a letter that had arrived from Arundel and was eager to divulge the contents. However, he knew he had to wait for everyone to arrive. As he took a seat near Gunni, the two men exchanged pleasantries. Because of you, they knew each other well and got along for the most part.

“How do you fare today, Lancille?”

“I cannot complain. I am just glad that we are almost ready start making some tactical decisions and assigning the garrisons.”

“I feel the same way. It will be a sight will it not?” Gunni said. “Heathen and Christian fighting side by side?”

Lancille gave a weak smile and nodded his head in acknowledgment.

Over the years, his hatred of the Vikings had diminished a little. Mostly because of his friendship with people like Ragnar, Bjorn and Gunni. However, his religious sensibilities did not allow him to ignore many of the practices he found garish and uncivilized. For example, human sacrifice and the fact that most of their ceremonies involved blood - human or otherwise.

“I think this war will help to alleviate a great many misconceptions on both sides. Either way, it will be interesting will it not?” Lancille said.

“I will drink to that!” Gunni said as he tilted his horn towards your guard.

As everyone was speaking, Ragnar, Floki, Rollo and Prince Aethelwulf finally approached. The men were laughing quite loudly about a vulgar rumor going around Kattegat. When they arrived at the table, they all exchanged pleasantries before Ragnar looked around.

“Where is Ivar?”

“That is what we would like to know as well.” Ubbe said as he sipped his mead. “It is unlike him to not be one of the first to appear for battle planning.”

“Perhaps he was with a woman and overslept.” Hvitserk said – causing chuckles and laughter all around.

“I doubt that. Knowing him, he is likely sulking somewhere due to not being in charge of entire war.” Sigurd said with contempt.

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While everyone was trying to figure out where he was, Ivar was happily headed to give you a gift. As you stood in the garden looking at flowers, he approached with a smile upon his face.

Handing you a red velvet wrapped item, your half-brother asked you to take a look. Giving him a kiss upon his cheek first, you unraveled the velvet and saw the most intricate wrist cuff.

“Do you like it?”

“My goodness Ivar. It is really, lovely.” You said as you looked at the gold wrist cuff in your hand. “But you did not have to spend so much coin on me.”

“Of course I did. After all, you are one of the few people I actually like.” He said with wink.

You did not know why he felt the need to purchase something so expensive for you but it was quite a lovely piece of jewelry. The rune adorned cuff was very much a Heathen piece, however, you put it on anyway. As you slid it onto your wrist, Ivar blue eyes studied you with pleased contemplation. While you and Ivar conversed, Pippa was seated nearby with your five Handmaids busily reading.

“Y/N, what are you doing this evening?” He suddenly asked.

“I am not certain as of yet but I was thinking about watching a show with Runa.”

“Runa?” Ivar said as he eyed you. “You mean Gunni’s sister?”

“Yes.”

“Will he be there as well?”

“I do not think so.” You replied as you smoothed your dark green dress. “I assume he will be with you men at your private banquet tonight.”

Ivar pursed his lips he shifted his weight upon his crutch.

“Why do you like to spend so much time with him?”

“Pardon?” You asked, a bit confused by the question.

“I know that he is your good friend but what of me?” Ivar said. “You have not spent any time with me but you find time for Sigurd, Bjorn and Gunni.”

“Would you like for us to do something?”

He looked away a moment but then turned to face you again.

“If you do not mind, I would like that.” Ivar replied, suddenly becoming quite sullen.

“Of course I do not mind, my short-tempered one.” You said as you caressed his cheek. “After all, you are one of my favorite people in the world. Perhaps Sigurd will want to --”

“I do not wish for you to invite Sigurd along!” Ivar snapped. “I want it to be just you and I. He gets enough of your attention as it is.”

You held in a chuckle, utterly amused by the pouty expression your brother was making.

“Alright. Then it shall be you and I.” You replied. “However, you will have to find something for us to do since I know you do not care for shows.

“I already have something planned.” He replied with a smirk and a wink of the eye.

“Good.” You replied.

As he turned to leave, Ivar stopped and turned to look at you.

“Are you not coming?”

“Where?”

“To the first tactical meeting. Or are have you decided to not attend?” Ivar asked.

You shook your head, utterly confused as to what he was talking about.

“You mean to tell me that no one told you about it?” A surprised Ivar asked.

“No, this is the first I am hearing of any such thing.”

Ivar was somewhat upset that everyone would choose to leave you out of a meeting that had to do with your kingdom. Being a pure strategist, he felt that there were numerous things about Arundel that you could provide information on. No matter how insignificant, he liked to know as much as possible before going into war. Thus, he wanted you to participate so he could be as knowledgeable as possible. After all, Ivar had great plans for after the war and most of them had to do with Arundel.

“Well then. Here is your chance to prove me wrong.”

“Prove you wrong about what?” You asked.

“I once told you that you would grow up to be a puppet Queen who spent her time choosing pretty dresses while others made the hard decisions.” Ivar said. “So, will you resign yourself to needlework and reading while others make decisions without you or will you get your hands dirty?” He asked with a raised brow.

“My mother would never sit back and expect others to do all the hard work and neither will I.” You said. “Please, take me to this meeting.”

Ivar, who was happy with your decision, gave you a devilish grin as he cocked his head.

“Follow me Princess.”

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As curly haired Dorian sat upon his horse in a massive open field, one of his Royal messengers came running.

The young King had just concluded some War Games with his team of knights and was in a celebratory mood since they had won. However, when he saw the expression upon the messenger’s face, his mood changed.

“What is it?” He snapped.

“King Dorian! Please forgive the intrusion but there is a letter for you from the allies.....of.......of Princess Y/N. Would you like for me to read it aloud now or--”

The messenger was nearly shaking as he held the letter in his hand. He averted his eyes knowing very well how the mention of your name sent the King into tangents, sometimes very violent ones. As the messenger held his breath, hoping he had not drawn the King’s ire, he mumbled a silent prayer.

“I do not need you to read it! Leave it for me in my study and I shall read it myself.” Your upset cousin said as he looked out over the distance. “And remember, the next time you interrupt my celebration, I shall have you flogged. Now go.”

Dorian had hoped that the years at King Charles’s court would have softened your stance on revenge. After all, the offer to marry him was never rescinded. However, he now realized that he would indeed have to go to war against you. The person he considered his best childhood friend and soul-mate.

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“Please do not be so sullen my handsome King.” A female servant said. “Pray tell me what I can do to make you feel better.

Dorian was beside himself with both anger and sadness as the woman gently caressed his head.

The letter, that had been signed by King Ragnar, King Ecbert, King Gunni, King Ælla and King Edmund, not only indicated that war was indeed coming but that you were marrying Prince Alfred to solidify the alliance.

“I want you to get out!” Dorian shouted, finally having enough of his servant’s presence.

The woman left, despite wanting to stay. Since she had slept with the young King before, she had hoped that this night would be no different. However, he was in no mood for her sexual advances or anything else for that matter. His mind was utterly fixated on the impending war. After pacing for a few minutes, Dorian departed his chambers. With purpose, he walked to find the man whom he knew could provide the assistance he would require.

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“King Dorian....” Lord Alfie said as he smiled at the young King. “How can I be of service?”

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Sorry but what chapter in little sister do they get married in?

🌸🌼🌸🌼🌸🌼 Chapter 18:

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CHAPTER 7: Vikings - Lillesøster (Little Sister)

Chapter 7 Warnings: Cheating, Angst, Deception, Slight Incest, Intrigue

Word Count: 10,457

Setting: Viking Era

Genre: Romance/Drama/Epic

Pairing: Ragnarssons x Reader, Alfred x Reader, Aethelred x Reader (No details because it would spoil the story)

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13

Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19

Chapter 20 Part A Chapter 20 Part B

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Though you had heard his order for you to not depart from the gardens, you wanted to get away from Alfred. You were in no mood for his hen-pecking. It was becoming clear that he was too much like his mother. Much like Princess Judith, Alfred had the need to be in control of others to the point of suffocation.

"I asked you to desist from walking away!"

"Alfred, please stop speaking to me as if I have no autonomy." You replied as you stopped momentarily and glared at him. "I am not a servant nor a captive!"

You then turned on your heels again. Needless to say, your betrothed did not like your tone. Not only that, he wasn't done questioning you about your embrace with Sir Lancille. It was one thing for you to have a close relationship with your Attendants, however, he felt you were crossing the line. Basically, Alfred felt that your behavior showed a lack of respect toward him.

"I gave you a command, did I not?" He asked with his tone becoming firmer.

You inhaled deeply, trying your best to remember what you were going through this for. This was not about you in the long run. It was about your family's legacy and your dear Mother's justice. If nothing else was accomplished in your life, justice was the one thing you would attain. As her only child and daughter, it was your duty. So if you had to swallow bitter bile in order to fulfill that goal, you were willing to do so a hundred times over.

Stopping by some large bushes, you waited patiently as Alfred approached. His thick brows were furrowed as he considered you with a stern countenance.

"Y/N, please listen to me. I find no pleasure in speaking harshly to you." He said as he pulled you to him by the waist. His expression quickly softened. "But you are far too reckless. It was entertaining when we were children but we are now adults. Do you understand what I am trying to say?"

When you did not respond, Alfred turned you to face him, his arms still snaked around your waist. You averted your eyes from his gaze, choosing instead to focus on the flowers nearby.

Confused by your silence, Alfred observed you with a worried expression. Being lost in thought however, you were oblivious to the fact that you had begun trembling like a leaf. The feeling of imprisonment you had described to Lancille was even more present now.

"What is the matter?" The Prince asked with concern as he pulled you tightly against himself. He could feel your trembling become worse, causing him great concern.

Your body felt drained of vitality as you rested against Alfred to keep from fainting. Not from illness, but from sheer anxiety. Truly, you thought you were going to vomit any moment. It was unfair to be in a position that allowed so many people to have so much control over you.

"I am fine." You managed to say.

"You are most certainly, not fine. You are trembling like a leaf."

Despite wanting to get away from Alfred, he truly was the only thing keeping your on your feet. The last time you had felt such an overwhelming sense of dread and physical illness was after your mother's interment. It took nearly a week of bed rest to recover from it that time. You hoped that you wouldn't have to be confined to a bed this time around.

"Is everything alright?" You heard Bjorn ask.

Your eldest brother was walking with Ubbe and Prince Aethelwulf. The three of them looked at you with concern as they arrived where you and Alfred were stood.

"Sister, why are you shaking like that?" Ubbe asked with concern, his eyes studying your expression.

"She was fine only moments ago and then suddenly, she seemed to take ill." Alfred replied.

Alarmed, Bjorn suggested that you forego the Training Grounds and instead return to bed. Despite your attempt to refuse his suggestion, your brothers held firm. Ubbe, to your annoyance, was the most adamant.

"You are not coming and that is final." He said, totally supporting Bjorn's suggestion.

"I think your brothers are right." Prince Aethelwulf added. "We shall have a Healer come to see you shortly. Until then, Alfred will remain with you."

You quickly realized that it was a lost cause. Moreover, any further argument from you would only result in problems for you later. The last thing you wanted was to receive a lecture from Pippa about your decorum. Not only that, you didn't want to disappoint Governess Yasmine. After all, she had been teaching you so much about Royal disposition.

Nodding you your head, you agreed to return to your chamber as everyone suggested. There were many more small battles such as this that you would lose. However, if you were patient, you would win the war in the end.

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"My poor girl. You look absolutely drained." Aslaug said as she took a seat on the bed. The Queen had had been in town giving arms to the poor and had only returned. But being the protective type, she came to your side as soon as she had heard you weren't feeling well. "Can I have the kitchens prepare you anything?"

"Thank you but I am not that hungry actually. I have been drinking that watered down ale however."

Your head felt heavy upon the pillow. Almost as if you would drift off to sleep straightaway. As for Prince Alfred, he sat in a chair by your writing desk reading a letter that had been given to him earlier.

"Y/N, perhaps you should take the Queens offer. You hardly ate anything for first meal according to Pippa." The Prince suggested.

"I agree with him." Aslaug said with a smile. She then touched your forehead and appeared relived. "You are not hot to the touch so that is fortunate."

Turning to one of the two Thralls that had escorted her to your chamber, your stepmother ordered one to go to the kitchens.

"Have them make her some honeyed porridge. And perhaps they should send a pitcher of fresh milk alongside it."

The Thrall nodded and excused herself before leaving. As he finally finished the letter, Alfred glanced in your direction.

"News from home?" Aslaug asked as she studied your betrothed's expression.

"Yes. It appears they are nearly finished making the arrangements for our arrival in a weeks' time. Mother also mentioned she has selected all of the wedding garments."

"We are leaving in a week? But the nuptials are three weeks away!" You asked, sitting up. "Why should we leave so soon?"

Alfred gave you a peculiar look as if your question made no sense.

"Did you expect us to arrive on the day of the wedding? Have you forgotten that it is a four day journey to Wessex? At least in good weather." He reminded you. "Besides, we have formalities to go over with the Archbishop and Pope as well practice sessions."

You rolled your eyes and laid you head back down. The last thing you wanted to think about was the nuptials. It was a great source of anxiety and thus, you pushed it from your mind.

"I for one cannot wait to see you in your formal gown." Aslaug said as she poured herself some ale. "Your father behaves as if he is prepared to see you become a wife but I do not believe him. I dare say he will shed tears."

"I doubt it." You replied - reflecting on how quickly he promised you to Alfred.

He didn't even wait for you to return from court before doing so. What kind of father doesn't see his daughter for six years and yet is so eager to marry her off? Ragnar, that's who. It was something you found quite hurtful and compounded your resentment toward him.

"Your father loves you." Aslaug said reassuringly. "I know that he is hard to understand at times, but believe me when I say that you are the only one that can melt his heart. Your brothers cannot do such a thing."

You scoffed but made certain to let your stepmother know that it was not directed at her. You were just so tired of everyone claiming to care about you, yet forcing you to do things against your will. Patting you on the back of the hand, Aslaug assured you that things would work out.

"You and your father need to spend so time with one another. Preferably, without the boys. Then you will see that I am correct. He adores you."

"I agree." Alfred said, concurring Aslaug's statement.

Of course he agreed. Anything that sounded like orders being given by a Commander always seemed to please him. As you sat up and grabbed your chalice of watered down ale, the Healer was let in by a Thrall.

"So, I hear the King's daughter is not feeling well." The chipper and wispy woman said as she entered. She carried a large bag in her hand that appeared too heavy for her to carry. However, she was doing so with no problem. "Do not worry my Queen, I shall have her feeling better in no time. I dare say I am a better healer than Mathias who everyone is so keen on lately. I doubt that fool knows the difference between a fever and a broken leg."

"Drusilla!" Aslaug said with a laugh. "That is not very nice."

"It may not be kind, but it is certainly the truth. Mathias is an idiot and I would not mind thrashing him if I were younger."

Despite not feeling well, you couldn't help smiling at the old woman's words. She had quite the personality that dwarfed her tiny frame. Frankly, the Healer lit up the room. Of course, Alfred merely looked at her with his typical indifference. He was now stood near the foot of the bed with his hands clasped in front of him, ever serious as usual.

"And who is this handsome lad? The husband?" A cheerful Drusilla asked as she cocked her head in Alfred's direction.

"No, we are not married."

Alfred glared at you as his lips drew into a serious line. He detested how quick you were to distance yourself from him anytime you were asked. Aslaug sipped her ale quickly and shook her horn for more. She may have been a reserved Queen but, she was a very observant one. Your stepmother could read what was going on between the two of you quite easily. Promptly, one of the Thralls rushed and picked up the pitcher of ale while you finally sat up.

"Now then, my pretty girl, tell Drusilla what happened."

"Well, it all began suddenly. One moment, I was totally fine and the next, I felt weak and sick to my stomach." You explained. "I felt like I wanted to vomit, however, I did not truly feel nauseated."

Drusilla looked at you thoughtfully as you spoke while holding your hand. She placed two fingers against the veins that ran along your wrist as she continued listening to you speak. After you had explained everything you had felt while in the garden, the old Healer nodded.

"Very interesting, my dear. Could there be a little one trying to make itself known?" Drusilla asked. "After all, it only takes the one time."

Prince Alfred looked indignant at her question. To insinuate that the two of you had slept together without being wed greatly offended his sensibilities.

"Madam, with all due respect, I do not like the line of questioning." He interjected. "My intended is not with child."

"Forgive me, my Prince. It is typically the first question I ask when ladies have such symptoms."

"Well, that may be true for Heathen women, but the Princess is a Christian." Alfred replied in a calm, matter-of-fact tone. "Please remember that anytime you are treating her.

Giving him her assurance, Drusilla apologized before turning her attention back to you. After asking a few more questions and looking at your tongue, she nodded thoughtfully.

"It appears that you do not have any dire malady. You are in need of some peace and quiet however. Your pulse is weak and irregular which is a sign of high tension." She said, satisfied that you weren't sick. "I will remain for two days and make calming tonics for you."

"You mean I cannot do anything but lay here?"

"That is exactly what I mean."

You sighed but relented. Queen Aslaug stood and stated that she would have a servant show the Healer to a guest-chamber. Excusing herself to take care of duties in the Great Hall, you stepmother promised to see you later on. After everyone had departed, Alfred, being ever the attentive one, sat on the bed.

"Are you feeling any better?" He asked, taking your hand.

"Slightly."

Taking your hand to his lips, Alfred kissed your finger before holding your hand against his cheek. He was genuine in his concern regardless of how you may have perceived things. After all, you were his only true friend outside of Aethelred and Aethelwulf. Of course he had "acquaintances" due to his title but he hardly ever spoke around them. He merely listened.

But you were the one person that could actually get the Prince to loosen his tongue. Not to mention that he felt more relaxed around you than even his own mother.

"Promise you will not fall sick on me. I do not wish to go through that again." He said as he stared at you - looking worried.

It was then you finally realized that despite his behavior, Alfred was truly shaken. He had not let on earlier but now, that the two of you were alone, his eyes were full of gloom.

"Of course not. I am being honest when I say that I feel better."

Alfred let go of your hand and lay his head upon your stomach in relief. Normally, it was you that was at his bedside. The Prince had an odd reoccurring illness that would take hold of him for days, even weeks at a time. At court, you were his constant companion whenever he was bedridden. Those times never frightened Alfred because he felt his life was in the hands of God.

However, the one time that you fell ill was a very scary time for him. The fever was so severe that he was certain you would die. Everyone was. Fortunately, with the expertise of the King's Healers and fervent prayers, you pulled through. It was something the young Prince never wanted to experience again.

As you ran your hand through his dark locks, Alfred exhaled.

"I do not have anyone, Y/N. You are all I have. That is why I often hold on to you a little tighter than I should."

"But you have your mother and-------"

"That is different. You are not tied to me by blood. And you do not expect me to be perfect at all times. I am not myself when you are not near."

Alfred then raised his head to look at your expression. Leaning closer, he only stopped when your noses were touching. Without another word, Alfred buried his face in the crook of your neck, something he did often when he was upset. You went back to running your fingers through his hair.

"I understand." You replied simply.

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You were awakened from your slumber by something brushing against your cheek. As your eyes adjusted to your candlelit chamber, you wondered why you felt so disoriented. That was when you remembered drinking the tonic Drusilla the Healer had made. You recalled that you had been chatting with Alfred before becoming too drowsy to stay awake.

After tucking you under the covers, he informed you that he was leaving for your father's Training Grounds and left you to rest. Now, it appeared to be evening so you knew you had slept a long time.

"Sister, are you feeling better?" Ivar's voice sounded in your ear.

You rolled onto your back to come face-to-face with your concerned brother. He placed his leather bound hand in yours and frowned.

"Do not think I have forgotten that you did not come to me at the Feast. Why are you avoiding me?"

"I am not avoiding you. I simply did not feel like being thrown out."

"Is that what you assumed I was going to do?" Ivar asked with a chuckle. "I was actually going to entertain your silliness for as long as the others allowed. Personally, I found it brave."

You smiled at his confession as you sat up.

"For the love of God, how long have I been sleeping?" You exclaimed as you looked toward the veranda. "It was early in the afternoon when I closed my eyes."

Ivar laughed at you. He then stated that you had not only slept the entire day away, but you missed practice. You sighed. It was no point even thinking about that for at least a few days. There was no way Ubbe or Bjorn would allow you to attend. As for Hvitserk, he had become worse than any parent for some reason.

And to make certain that you knew that God had a sense of humor, there came a knock upon the door. When Ivar asked who it was, it was none other than Hvitserk. Entering the chamber, your elder brother looked as if he was dressed for a night out. He came to your bedside and felt your forehead.

"Feeling better, sister?"

"Much better. Thank you."

"I hope you get back to yourself soon." Hvitserk said. "I truly want you to see how I am besting Ivar at archery."

"What rubbish! You have done no such thing. One time is hardly "besting" me at anything."

Your brothers pestered each other for a few moments more before Hvitserk announced that he had to meet someone. Ivar rolled his eyes, knowing exactly whom he spoke of. With a kiss to your forehead, your elder brother bid you both goodnight and departed.

"Who is he meeting?" You probed as soon as Hvitserk had gone.

You had a suspicion of who it could be but weren't certain. In fact, you knew all your brothers were entangled with various women, some of them being Thralls in your father's service.

"Why do you wish to know?" Ivar replied as he tapped your chin. "You are too meddlesome for your own good."

"I am not meddlesome. I am merely inquisitive."

Your brother chuckled before leaning closer. He then informed you that he would give you the information for a kiss. Your eyes studied him, feeling guilty now that your recalled kissing him previously. Though you wanted to blame the wine, the truth was, you had not been overly intoxicated. You enjoyed kissing Ivar and it made your heart race. But now, with your proper inhibitions in place, you didn't think you could do it again.

"Fine." You finally replied. However you only kissed his cheek.

Ivar visibly glared at you. He wanted a proper kiss, not the type of kiss one would give their grandmother. Tapping his lips lightly with his finger, he waited patiently for you to get the hint. After trying to change his mind for several minutes, you finally relented. You gave him a soft peck causing him to smile.

"Well, Lady curious. Since you insist on knowing about Hvitty's secret rendezvous, I will tell you." Ivar said. "It just so happens that our brother is meeting Margrethe for, activities."

"Margrethe? The Thrall?"

"She is the only Margrethe I know. Why? Do you know of another one that also lays with all of our brothers?"

Your eyes went wide. Were you truly hearing correctly? One woman bedding several men who happened to be related to one another? Curiosity got the best of you immediately. Margrethe reminded you somewhat of the Duchess everyone gossiped about at court. It had angered you even back then because she was doing no worse than the very men who loathed her.

"Thank you for entertaining my inquisitive mind. Now if you will excuse me, I am going to have my bath now. I shall see you later."

"Can I come and watch?" Ivar mischievously asked - knowing very well it would get a rise out of you.

"Ivar!" You exclaimed, utterly incensed by his request.

You threw the furs off and informed him that he needed to desist from saying such things. Finding your reaction rather amusing, he laughed at your reply. After stretching, you put the cotton robe over your nightdress and began to tie the sash around your waist.

"Are you not going to town like Hvitserk?"

"I do not know yet. Perhaps." He said as he eyed you oddly. "Why? Are you in a rush to get rid of me already?"

"Of course not. I just assumed that all men did things such at night. You know, carousing and all that."

"That is true. However, I do not know if I am in the mood to ride into town. Perhaps I will just stay and allow you to teach me how to be a proper Christian. You can teach me those strange prayers you do and that thing with your hands.

You couldn't help giggling at Ivar words. Of course you knew he was being silly but it was hilarious to even imagine it. After showing him how to do the sign of the cross, your brother scoffed.

"You would be better off worshiping our Gods. They are the only true Gods and what is more, they allow one to be free. Your Mother's God is merely a singular being, yet, he is so demanding."

"Ivar. You cannot say such things." You said as you walked past. "It is a sin to blaspheme the Father."

"The Father?" He scoffed, grabbing your hand as you made you way past. "Y/N, you live in too much fear of being judged. Look at me. I do not care what anyone thinks except for mother." Ivar added as he intertwined his fingers with yours. Staring into your eyes, he gave you a genuine look of admiration. "And you, of course."

Smiling at your brother’s confession, you squeezed his hand in a show of affection. You then gave him a kiss on his forehead before informing him yet again that you wanted to take a bath. Rolling his eyes, Ivar ignored your words and instead, laid across your bed.

"So go and do as you wish. I am not holding your legs."

"You are so………irritating."

"I know but you love me all the same" Ivar replied with a chuckle.

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After you had your bath, you changed into a yellow and white cendal (woven silk) dress. It was beautiful and very ornate with intricate embellishments. Especially around the waistline where the mock corset tied neatly behind you. The bow was light yellow and was one of the reasons you selected it in the first place. As you were walking from your changing quarters into the hallway, you ran into Prince Aethelwulf.

"Good evening, your Highness. How are you doing this evening?" You greeted warmly - immediately giving him a curtsy.

The Thralls walking with you made their way past in order to give privacy. Pleased that your manners had not been affected by the long visit to Heathen lands, the Prince smiled.

"I am doing quite well, my dear." Aethelwulf said with his usual smile. "But I think I should be asking you that question."

"I am actually much better thanks to the Healer."

From his expression, you could see that your future in-law was relieved by your revelation. He then glanced at you with a hint of concern.

"I hate to seem as if I am overly concerned for my son but I am. Alfred was unable to eat this evening. When I asked why, he simply stated that he was very worried about you."

"Really?" You replied as he offered you his arm. Taking the kind gesture, you took hold of Prince Aethelwulf as the two of you began to walk together. "But Healer Drusilla assured him that I was not seriously ill. Where is he now, if I may inquire?"

"I just left him sitting in the courtyard. He said he wanted to enjoy the night air."

"Alone?"

The elder Prince nodded with some exasperation. Like you, he felt that Alfred isolated himself far too much. But what could be done? It was ingrained in his personality and it was best not to force him to change.

"I tried to convince him to come with me and a few of the men headed to town, but he declined. Perhaps you can let him know you are feeling better. If you are so inclined of course."

You agreed immediately. Though you wanted to find Ivar and challenge him to some games, you figured that could wait. After all, despite all of the things that Alfred did to irritate you, he did have a good heart.

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"Alfred, why are you sitting so far away from the torches? It is far too dark over here. Come, let us go over to where it is brighter." You said as you approached. When you arrived by the bench he was sat, you realized your betrothed was in one of his gloomy moods. "Did you hear me?"

"Of course I did." He replied without glancing at you.

However, he said it in such a low tone that you barely heard him. Alfred went on to state that he was fine and that you were free to leave. His head remained down which caused his long hair to shield his face from you. He kept playing with one of the rings upon his fingers until you got tired of waiting for him to follow you. Taking a seat beside him, you brushed his dark locks behind his ear.

"Alfie, please, I am begging you. "You said, doing your best to lift his spirits. The last thing you wanted was for his melancholy to lead to him falling ill. "Do not let overthinking get the best of you."

He swallowed hard knowing you were correct. It was bad enough that he was excessively studious and often needed to be reminded to eat. But his melancholy made his already fragile health considerably worse. It was like setting a flame to a wick. Once that set in, his health always deteriorated until he was practically at death's door.

"You have not called me Alfie in a very long time." He replied in a sad tone. "At any rate, I am fine. You may go and spend time with your family."

"I am not going anywhere." You replied firmly but gently. "Now stop staring at the ground and look at me."

Gradually, he turned to face you. Even in the dimness, you could see that his eyes were welled with tears. Always kindhearted by nature, you couldn't help cupping his face with both hands. Alfred stared at you with sadness as you did so, his full lips pursed together in dejection.

"Please, let us go indoors." You tried to instruct him yet again.

"You truly want me to come with you?"

"Of course I do. Why would I ask if that was not my intention?"

You let go of his face and got to your feet. However, Alfred took you by the wrist and asked you to wait. Shyly, he asked if the two of you could just sit for a time before going indoors. Agreeing, you sat back down beside him.

"Come here." You said as you opened your arms invitingly.

Without hesitation, Alfred moved closer and melted into your embrace. He rested his head on your shoulder as you stroked his back. It was upsetting to watch him go through so much inner turmoil.

Alfred always seemed in control to everyone else but you were privy to how lost he could become. He resided in his own mind and your heart truly broke for him. He had been too mature for the other children and now, he was too intelligent for most adults. The Prince basically ran around being everything Princess Judith wanted him to be.

So-much-so, that he didn't even know who he was anymore. Alfred was more of a marionette doll than a human being at this point.

"Y/N?"

"Yes, Alfie?"

"I want you to know that you are the one thing that makes me happy."

There was nothing that needed to be said. You had always known how much he depended on you emotionally. It was apparent to you now that he was quite similar to Ivar. Both were continually at odds with their own thoughts and desires to become a great men.

It was quite ironic actually. Everyone always spoke about how life would change once you became a mother. However, you were practically one already. Ivar and Alfred may have been grown men but they shared one trait. They both looked to you for nurturing and assurance.

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After sitting outdoors for a short time, you and Alfred went to the Dining Hall to eat together. You spent most of the time watching him to make sure he was truly consuming enough. He was a picky eater so you made certain that the servants put things he liked on the table. You were determined to keep Alfred healthy, for his sanity and your own.

If Judith ever got word that he had taken ill, you knew for certain she would come to Kattegat, despite her dislike of Heathens. And that was the last thing you wanted. You could just imagine her prying into everything and hovering over both you and Alfred like a smirking demon.

"Alfred! Y/N! Good to see you two spending time together." Rollo's voice boomed as he and Ragnar entered. "Any plans for tonight?"

Your Uncle's voice was much like pleasant thunder - always grabbing the attention of anyone who heard it. He and your father both kissed your forehead before taking their seats. You sighed inwardly as Ragnar grinned at you and Alfred. He looked pleased……..a bit too pleased in your opinion.

"I see you are you feeling better." Ragnar commented.

"Yes, father. I am much better."

"Well, I do not know what the Healer gave you but it worked so well. You looked very peaceful when I came to check on you. I sat at your beside for quite some time. It reminded me of when you were a little girl." He confessed. "I wish you slept more."

Though you glared at your father, you were holding back a laugh. As for Alfred, he only smirked to himself as he drank his wine. Your Uncle Rollo of course, didn't hold back. He gave a hearty chuckle and added that it was true of most women.

"Why are you dressed so finely?" You inquired as you surveyed your father's clothing. "Are you taking the Queen out?"

Ragnar studied you, his ever twinkling blue eyes boring into your own. You may have thought you were sly in your questioning but he knew what you were driving at.

"Why do you assume that?"

"Because, she is your wife and you should spend time with her. After all, did you not have an all men's feast the other night?"

"Why ask a question that you already know the answer to? After all, you were there." Your father countered quite sarcastically. "Uninvited, might I add."

Instantly, the air was sucked out of the room. Prince Alfred and Rollo looked between you and your father as the tension rose dramatically. Not one to be shaken by your father's snide remarks, you bit your tongue. Instead of giving him any satisfaction of riling your temper, you straightened in your seat. You then gave a polite smile as you put your pomegranate down on the plate.

"I have had my fill." You said as you wiped your hand with the serviette.

Throwing it onto the table, you stood up and fixed your skirts. With great civility, you turned to Alfred and informed him that he could find you in the Sitting Hall located in the West wing. You then gave your Uncle a kiss on the cheek but walked past Ragnar who eyed you with frustration.

"Where are you off to so suddenly?" Your father asked in a mocking tone.

"You must have heard me as I spoke to Alfred but if I must elaborate, fine. I am meeting Ivar in the Sitting Hall."

"Daughter, if that is so, then why is there no kiss for me as well?"

Your steps stopped at his words. He was testing you as always - seeing how much of a Christian you truly were. Athelstan had taught Ragnar enough about how your God viewed many things. His favorite being about how children were to honor their mothers and fathers.

Turning to face your father with a false smile still plastered upon your face, you walked to over. You gave him a kiss on the cheek to prove that you were above his pettiness. By now, you had come to understand that such things were to be a regular part of your act.

Alfred was relieved that the two of you did not go further for fear of it turning into an argument. Your Uncle Rollo of course was nothing short of tickled. Unlike your betrothed, he was not easily fooled. He could see the veins in your neck and the tense manner in which you held your skirts.

With your poise intact, you departed from the Great Hall, a tad bit prouder of yourself than normal. It wasn't easy to constantly swallow your true feelings, but you were getting better at it. And if feigning civility was the means to your desired end, so be it.

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"Look who actually kept her promise for once. I was afraid you were going to break my heart again." Ivar said without glancing up from the chess board. He busied himself setting up for a game as you walked over.

"Do you have anything to eat in here?"

You had left the Dining Hall without thinking about how hungry you truly were. You had not even finished your fruits and nuts let alone the main course.

"Do I look like I go around shoving bread into my pockets?" A tickled Ivar replied. "Who do you think I am? Hvitserk?"

"Damn it to hell. I am starved."

"So, go and grab something from the Dining Hall."

"No! Father might still be there."

Ivar finally looked up from the chess board and eyed you. He knew that if you were avoiding someone, you must have a very good reason. After all, you tried your best to get along with everyone.

"What happened?"

"I do not wish----"

"Do not give me that flippant response or you will make me angry." Ivar said, cutting you off mid-sentence. "Come here."

Reluctantly, you walked to him at took a seat. Still studying your expression, your brother again asked you to tell him what had occurred. After taking a deep breath, you told him what had occurred and why you had asked Ragnar such a question in the first place.

"I know that it is not my place, after all, she is your mother. But I cannot help feeling that Queen Aslaug is not herself as she was before I went to court." You elaborated as you played with the fabric of your skirts. "There is a sadness in her eyes that I cannot describe."

Your brother's expression changed instantly as he put down the pawns. He too, apparently, had been thinking the same thing. Looking at you, he confessed that things between Aslaug and Ragnar had become worse over the years.

"You are truly observant, Y/N. I also think that father needs to show far more attention than he does." Ivar added as he took your hand. "Sometimes, I invite mother to the Training Grounds as a way of force them being in the same place. However, she always says that she does not wish to be in the way."

"Actually, that is a great idea. That would be a great way for them to at least bond over something father enjoys." You excitedly said as you perked up. "Shall I invite her then? I do not think she will say 'no' to me. And I can even offer to train her."

Ivar beamed at your words. He treasured his mother and was genuinely moved by your compassion for her.

"Do you know how much I love you?" He asked as he let go of your hand. Ivar then wrapped his arm around you, pulling onto his lap.

"What a silly question. Of course, I do. And I love you as well."

Ivar stared into your eyes as if he was trying to figure out if you truly meant it. Naturally, you found it odd and the intensity of his staring eventually made you feel uncomfortable. Trying to change the subject you decided to bring up a funny story one of your Handmaidens had told you, but Ivar interjected.

"Why are you so nervous?"

"I am not nervous."

"Yes, you are. I can tell by how your voice changed." Ivar scoffed. "And look at how you keep twirling your bracelet. Are you scared that I will kiss you again?"

Your heart raced as if you had been startled. You could feel the saliva in your mouth dry up as you tried to speak.

"Please desist from bringing that up." You whispered as you cautiously looked around.

"No. I shall bring it up as much as I like. You are behaving as if you did not like it. If I recall properly, there were many kisses each better than the first."

Refusing to hear any more about what happened "that night", you stood up. Ivar scowled as he watched you walk to the fireplace. He knew he was right but you were never going to admit it to him. You were far too stubborn to ever do such a thing. At least, for now. But if you thought you could fool him, you were sadly mistaken. Your brother knew you too well, despite your years at court.

"I am begging you to drop that matter entirely. It is wrong………….and sinful."

"If you wish." Ivar replied, his brows creasing with frustration.

Still, he wasn't overly upset with you.

After all, he knew it must have been overwhelming for someone with your beliefs to accept certain thoughts. Especially, the thought that you had enjoyed being kissed by your own half-brother.

"Come here please. I promise I will not do anything to offend you." Ivar asked in a gentle tone.

You sighed before going to him and sitting back down. With a playful smile he gave you a wink and mouthed something.

"What?" You asked with a brow raised in confusion. "I did not hear anything."

"Come closer."

"No! I am fine where I am."

Pulling your chair by the armrests, Ivar brought you as close as possible causing you to frown. He then leaned in close until his lips touched your ear.

"Do you still want to know what I said?"

"Fine. I am listening." You replied, crossing your arms as if you were bored with the conversation.

However, he didn't say anything. Instead, Ivar playfully bit your ear and then your neck. As you scooted into the backrest, he held the chair steady with both hands, trapping you.

"Stop it."

"Stop what?" Ivar asked very innocently. "I barely touched you."

"Liar."

"Brat."

Your brother kissed the length of your neck again, this time open mouthed and sensually.

"Please stop you idiot! I have had enough of you for tonight." You said with a roll of your eyes.

Ivar took his lips from your flesh before laughing at your reply. The two of you were always good at tossing insults to one another and it was no different now. Undeterred, Ivar gave you a kiss on the cheek before placing another one closer to your lips.

"Ivar stop!"

"Ivar, stop before I have to admit I like it." He mimicked with a chuckle.

Having enough of his behavior, you hauled off and punched your brother in the shoulder. It had been long since your aggressive side had shown itself but you didn't care. He was being beyond irritating. Completely undeterred, Ivar grabbed your wrists and gave you a grin that made you even angrier.

"Aw, was that supposed to do something?" He asked. "In case you are unaware, I have an affinity for pain. It is unfortunate that your blows do not hurt in the least."

"I will show you!"

You twisted your wrists and managed to slip out of Ivar's grasp. You then grabbed his wrist with both hands and began twisting the flesh in opposite directions.

"Hey! That hurts you little imp!" Ivar seethed as he yanked his arm of your grasp.

Before long, the two of you were rough playing as you if you were children again. Ivar was fast, but you held your own. For every one of his strikes, you returned it with as much force as you could muster. Eventually, you had to get out of the chair and scurry away. Ivar was holding back his full strength but his hits still hurt.

"Why are you running?" A pleased Ivar asked as he grabbed the fabric of your skirts. "You cannot retreat coward!"

"I am not a coward! I am merely rethinking my tactics."

"You surprise me sister. I did not expect you to retreat like a typical Christian!"

"Let go of my dress, cheater."

"No, it is fair game."

Ivar kept hold of your skirts until you finally conceded that he had won your playful war. Very pleased with himself, he let go of your dress. Your brother then made sure to inform you that you were getting too soft from being around Alfred's people.

"Do not allow them to change who you are. If you do not take care, you will lose yourself to them."

"That will never happen."

Despite your confidence, you brother didn't look like he believed you. He knew very well that you were facing immense pressure and tradition. Not only that, but you were exchanging vows with one of the most pious Christians he had ever met.

"Do you truly think I am becoming soft?" You asked as you sat beside Ivar again.

He smirked as he began arranging the chess pieces again. Your brother stated that you were beginning to behave like a wilting flower. He even went on to complain about you being kept in bed by the Healer.

"I was very confused. What happened to the girl who took as many scrapes and bruises like the rest of us? Are you going to allow them to treat you like a soft and whiny Saxon woman?" He asked with a great deal of disgust. "You do not need to be in bed like some sickler. What you need is fresh air and exercise."

"But the Healer-----"

"The Healer is a servant! Do you take orders or do you give them?" Ivar said as he glanced at you for a moment. "As long as you are not terribly sick why be treated as such?

You stared at your brother as you mulled over his words. It was quite true. You were only feeling poorly due to your stress level. However, you didn't feel the need to be confined to bed. Ivar was right, you were no sickler nor were you feeble.

"Admittedly, you are right. I do need to return to my normal routine. If Aethelred knew I have been neglecting my swordplay, he would be surprised."

"Aethelred?" Ivar repeated. "Is that not the sickly one's brother? You mean to tell me that he has no issue with you training."

"No. In fact, he has been my greatest rival as well as my biggest advocate."

Your brother glanced at you as you spoke. There was something in your voice that caught his interest. The manner in which you spoke of Aethelred was unlike anything he had heard before. Ivar even noticed that your smile had become wider.

"Why do you reflect on him in such a way?"

"What?"

"Do not act as if you do not know what I am saying. You like him?"

Instantly, you looked down at your hands - playing with your nails that were in need of cutting. Undeterred, Ivar reached over and took hold of your chin. After turning your head toward him, he studied your expression.

"So, it is true. You do have fondness for this Aethelred."

"Ivar please. Why must you insist on knowing everything about me? Let me have some thoughts that are my own for once."

"How can that ever be?" He asked, almost amused by your assertion. Caressing your chin in an affectionate manner, he stared at you. "Y/N, do you not understand yet? I know you better than you even know yourself. There is no way you can ever keep a secret from me even if you tried."

Your eyes finally met Ivar's intense gaze. As you sat in silence, just beholding one another, he moved closer. Without asking, he gave you a sweet kiss upon your lips.

"Sister, do you trust me?"

"Of course I do."

"Then do not keep things from me. No matter what the obstacle, you and I must stick together." Ivar said before giving you another kiss, this time much longer. "Alright?"

You nodded your head slowly as you looked into his eyes. Pleased, Ivar tapped his cheek with his finger. As you went to place a kiss upon it, he turned and caught your lips with his own. Your brother then gave you a series of pecks before pressing his forehead to yours.

"You tricked me!"

"I know." A pleased Ivar replied before brushing his nose against yours playfully.

As he contemplated giving you a passionate kiss, the door creaked loudly as it began to open. You pulled away from your brother just as Alfred entered. As soon as soon as he spotted Ivar, your betrothed greeted him graciously. Surprisingly, your brother returned his gesture in kind without any hint of disdain.

"My love, are you alright?" Alfred asked. While he stood where you were sat down, the Prince caressed your cheek. "Your father thinks you are upset with him because of how abruptly departed."

"Good! I left because he was upsetting me." You confessed.

"That does not matter." Ivar interjected. "I will be the first to admit that Ragnar is not always the easiest person to get along with. But in the end, he is still our father.

"As your brother so eloquently pointed out, you must still remember that he is your father." Alfred replied.

"Exactly. I have told Y/N before that no matter what, she must learn to respect him."

"Agreed." Alfred again concurred with a nod. He then glanced at you with vindication. "Your brother's words are wise."

You glared at Ivar who now pretended not to notice you. Instead, he busied himself arranging the chess board as Alfred took a seat across from him. The manner in which your brother had made you look like the bad person was irritating enough. But to have the two of them practically teaming up against you, was infuriating.

"You should listen to your future husband more often, Y/N." Ivar advised as he looked at you. "Heathen or Christian, men are responsible for the household."

Alfred had the hint of a smile now upon hearing your brother’s statement. He thought it to be very much in line with his own thoughts. But as far as you were concerned, if you could have slapped Ivar, you would have done so. Instead, you forced yourself to politely thank him for his words.

Sitting beside your brother in silence, you feigned a smile as bad thoughts ran through your mind. One of them being how much you would enjoy flipping the table over and challenging the two of them to a fight.

However, you sat in silence with your hands upon your lap. While you watched Alfred and Ivar match wits, you knew the time would come when you would best them both.

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In the middle of the night, you tossed in your bed as the banging on your door became louder. Finally realizing that whomever it was would not go away, you sat up. After you yelling for the person to enter, a female Thrall did so with a concerned look upon her face.

"Please forgive me your Highness, but Prince Sigurd insisted that I wake you. There is trouble."

"What trouble?"

Your heart had already started beating erratically with worry. Did something happen to one of your brothers? Ivar perhaps. He did have times where his bone illness became unbearable. However, Healer Drusilla had been controlling his pain effectively for years now. What could it possibly be?"

"It is the Queen." The Thrall whispered as she re-positioned the lantern in her hand. "She was distraught when I saw her pacing the floor of the Great Hall earlier. Not only that, but she was highly intoxicated. Naturally, I tried to usher her to bed but she refused. Instead, she insisted that she wanted to go for a walk. She then went off in the direction of the trees past the gardens. It has started raining so she will fall sick if we do not find her."

You quickly jumped out of the bed and instructed the woman to inform your brother to enter.

Within seconds, Sigurd came in with the Thrall behind him - his face wearing the signs of unease. Straightaway, you went to your brother and gave him a reassuring embrace. As you pulled away, you looked at him encouragingly.

"We shall find her, do not worry. I will wake---------"

"No sister! We cannot wake the entire household. This must be kept between a few people. Ragnar, he……….." Sigurd hesitated – his expression becoming strained. "Look, Father is not the kindest person at times. If he gets word of this, he will eventually throw it in my mother's face. He always mocks her for such things despite knowing why she behaves as she does."

"So I was right. Father went cavorting tonight." You thought to yourself.

When you asked Sigurd if Ragnar had been with women that evening, he initially averted his eyes. But then, he looked at you again. You could see that whatever sorrow Aslaug felt, he also felt it as deeply.

"Mother is very sensitive. Ragnar knows very well that when neglects her for long periods, she becomes dejected. Especially when he seems to find time for his…….acquaintances." Sigurd confessed, running a hand over his head. "It makes her feel as if she is being rejected whenever he does such things."

"Can you blame her? Your mother obviously loves Ragnar." You said with a great deal of disdain for your father. "How unfortunate for her."

Sigurd looked deeply into your eyes and nodded in agreement. Your words did not offend in the least. If anything, your brother appreciated your candid observation. He too detested Ragnar's public affairs and cavorting. Sigurd truly wished that your father could be more private with his liaisons. At least that way, his mother's feelings and dignity could be spared.

"Allow me to go and change." You said. "While I am doing so, you may wake Sir Lancille. He is not only trustworthy but a proficient tracker. If anyone will be of use, it is he."

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The rain was practically hammering your little search party as the four of you made your way through the woods. Sir Lancille, yourself, Sigurd and one Christian Guard were drenched despite donning leather and fur cloaks. It was a terrible gale and the sooner you found the Queen, the better.

"She went this way." Lancille shouted over the terrible wail of the wind and downpour. "Take care! The trail slopes downward sharply."

As you all descended, Sigurd guided you cautiously - making certain to watch your footing. It was dangerous terrain but coupled with the darkness; it was made even more treacherous. Despite the covered lanterns, there wasn't too much light to work with so everyone took their time.

"Sister, take care. It is very slippery over here."

"I am." You shouted in reply.

Eventually, the two of you caught up to the others.

"There! Indentations in the mud." Lancille remarked as he pointed to some high brush. "The three of you wait here. I will fetch her."

He then handed his covered lantern to a confused Sigurd.

"Do you not need this?"

"Trust me. I can see in the dark better than an owl."

Drenched, you pulled the hood of your cloak down further in an attempt to shield yourself better. As you held onto Sigurd's arm, you hoped that Lancille would truly locate your stepmother. Though you understood he need to get away from everyone, it was time to get her home. There would be time to comfort her once she was safely back at the estate.

"There they are." The guard shouted as he lifted his covered lantern higher.

The three of you spotted Lancille carrying a passed-out Queen Aslaug in his arms. She looked extremely pale but very much alive. The one thing you hoped was that she would not fall gravely ill. After all, your stepmother was only wearing a dress with no shawl, cloak or other covering.

Sigurd rushed to Lancille's side and proceeded to light his way as the four of you began walking towards the estate. The Christian guard stayed close to your side in order to protect you whilst your brother walked ahead with your personal guard. As you mulled things over, you blamed Ragnar. He was so thoughtless at times that you wondered just how any woman could like him.

No doubt people always exclaimed that your father was handsome, but so what. Did that give him the right to treat people as he did? Your brothers may have been afraid to show him disdain but you certainly weren’t.

In your eyes, your father was quite the villain. And to be honest, his history spoke for itself. From Lagertha to your mother to Queen Aslaug, Ragnar left destruction everywhere he went.

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When you made it back to the estate, two of Lancille's men let slipped everyone in through the South gateway. Thankfully, no one had been roused while you were gone and all was still quiet. Like a clandestine operation, you managed to get the Queen to her chamber with no one being the wiser. After Sir Lancille handed her over to a strong male Thrall, you glanced at him.

"You have my deepest gratitude." You said while removing your drenched cloak. Taking a cloth from one of the servants, you began drying Lancille's hair much to his surprise. "I swear, I do not know what I would do without you at times. You are like my very own guardian angel."

Your guard only looked at you with an indecipherable expression. Inwardly, he was touched by your show of kindness and affection. Outwardly however, he only nodded in acknowledgement before insisting it was merely his duty.

"And as I have always told you, I am yours to command. Always." He added before gently taking the cloth from your hands. "I better do that myself."

It wasn't that Lancille truly wanted to stop you from drying his hair. However, due to his infatuation, he didn't want to tempt himself by remaining so close.

"I echo my sister's thoughts, Sir Lancille." A thankful Sigurd said as he came and stood beside you. He then handed a chalice of warmed wine to your guard. "We are truly in your debt."

"Please, your Highness, there is no need. It was my pleasure to be of service."

"Well, if it is all the same to you, I insist on giving reward. To you it may be a duty but it does not make it any less appreciated. Tomorrow, we shall look at swords…..something special." Sigurd replied with a great smile. "And I shall not take 'no' for an answer."

"That is a wonderful idea." You chimed. "I shall come along as well."

Lancille thanked your brother before eyeing you – almost amused in a way.

With that, he bid you all a good evening and departed the Queen's chamber.

"I truly like him." Sigurd said as he took a seat by the fireplace. "He is a genuine and noble man. It is hard to find someone like him anywhere."

"I know that to be very true. Lancille is very special to me. I cannot imagine my life without him or Sir Evertte."

As Queen Aslaug was finally placed in bed by some Thralls, you and Sigurd sat by the fireplace. The two of you spoke of Ragnar and other important things that had been bothering you both.

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In the morning, you were still quite groggy as people began entering your chamber. You had gone to bed perhaps only two hours or so before everyone began waking. Your Handmaidens entered full of giggles and dressed for the day. Behind them, Pippa and Governess Yasmine followed.

After greeting you, the five Handmaidens took their seats and began their usual round of gossip.

"Governess, why have you all come this morning? As I have told you before, I do not require everyone to be at my beck-and-call here in Kattegat."

"Oh, I know dear." Governess Yasmine said, taking a seat. "But Priest Grundherr believes there has not been enough communal prayer as of late. He has been complaining about everyone backsliding since arriving in Heathen lands."

"I for one agree." Pippa stated as she placed her book down. "Just because we are……..here, it does not mean we should forget who we are. Communal prayer is essential for your souls. So, once you are dressed, we shall attend service in the Sitting Hall of the North wing. Your father gave his permission to convert it."

You came close to rolling your eyes upon hearing the word "father". Needless to say, after what had occurred with your stepmother, he wasn't your favorite person at the moment.

"Fine. I shall get ready."

Despite being exhausted, you threw the furs off and slid out of bed. With a proper yawn, you stretched causing Governess Yasmine to eye you.

"Are you still tired?"

"I am very tired, however, I shall begin my day as normal. However, I most definitely will turn in early tonight."

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As you listened to Priest Grundherr giving the ending portion of the sermon, you could feel yourself slipping. It was bad enough that you had barely slept, but now, you had to fight to stay awake due to sheer boredom.

Trying your best as you sat between Prince Aethelwulf and Alfred, you glanced at the large gold cross beside the Priest. It was an ornate and expensive artifact that had been smuggled when you left Arundel. Still, your eyes were growing heavier.

"And what is more, the Holy Trinity is not mocked. No, my brethren. There is nothing that escapes the judgment of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. For that reason, we must guard ourselves…….."

Priest Grundherr's voice trailed off in your ears. Taking notice of your head slumping and your eyes closing, Aethelwulf gave you a slight nudge. You instantly opened your eyes, stunned at just how quickly you had nodded of.

Glancing at your future father-in-law, you gave a discreet smile, thanking him for waking you. The last thing you needed was the Priest taking notice of you sleeping during a sermon. Knowing Grundherr, he would likely think the Devil had a hold of you.

Making eye contact with the Priest, Prince Aethelwulf furrowed his brow. It was his silent message that things needed to conclude. Clearing his throat, the clergyman asked all of you to say your prayers of contrition so he could give the Holy Communion.

As soon as you had gone and knelt at the makeshift altar, you felt relieved. If the service had gone any longer, you would have fallen asleep for sure.

As you walked back to your seat, you noticed that Pippa and Lancille were not sitting beside one another. It was odd since you knew she typically liked sitting with him at gatherings.

"Perhaps, I should ask what is going on. Then again, maybe it is not my place." You thought.

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Grateful to finally be outdoors, you stood in one of the stalls prepping a black steed that belonged to Ubbe. As you checked the saddle, your Handmaidens sat nearby watching you curiously.

"Are you certain that you do not need us to accompany you, your Highness?" One asked. "After all, we are your companions."

"I doubt you will find weaponry to your interest. But if you would like, you are all free to come and see me at the Training Grounds." You replied with a smirk. "After all, I know how much you ladies enjoy observing handsome men."

Agreeing to come and watch you practice with your brothers later on, the Handmaidens took their leave. As they departed, Prince Alfred and Aethelwulf approached.

"Why are you here in the stables? Your betrothed asked as he studied you with a curious expression. "Are you prepping that horse for yourself?

You wanted to slap yourself. How could you have forgotten to tell him about your planned excursion? Damn the lack of sleep! All you could do now was hope that the oversight didn't cause an unnecessary confrontation.

"Actually, it is. Sigurd and I are going into town with Sir Lancille."

"Is that so? And you were planning on telling me this when?"

Prince Aethelwulf winced inwardly as he looked between you and Alfred. Obviously, he could tell where things were headed. However, he held back. Since he had been advising his son about the frailties of marriage, he hoped it was working. Thus, the elder Prince decided that he would only step-in if necessary.

"I am sorry that it slipped my mind to inform you." You admitted very sincerely.

"Well, that is obvious! Did you not have the opportunity to tell me after Prayer Service?"

"I know but…….I do not know what to say." You apologetically said. "I am very tired today so I suppose that is not doing me any favors."

"Tired?" Alfred repeated with a hint of sarcasm. "That is ridiculous."

"But it is true. I did not rest more than two or three hours." You protested. "I swear."

Despite your insistence, Alfred did not appear to believe you. Fortunately, as the two of you were still going back and forth, Sigurd approached. When he arrived, he stood beside Prince Aethelwulf with a perplexed expression upon his face.

"Afternoon, your Highness." Your brother said before fixating on you and Alfred. "What is the issue with those two?"

"Apparently, my son thinks your sister intentionally forgot to mention your afternoon plans. She says it slipped her mind due to lack of sleep but……….well, you can see for yourself."

Excusing himself, Sigurd walked to you and Alfred before interrupting with a polite clearing of his throat. He then greeted the young Prince before informing him that you were indeed being honest.

"Something occurred last night so I was forced to wake Y/N." Sigurd added. "When I turned in, she was still up with my mother. Honestly, I am quite surprised that she is even up and about. I had assumed it would just be Sir Lancille and I going to town alone."

Alfred felt a touch of guilt for not believing you. The fact that you had denied yourself rest in order to care for your stepmother was honorable. After thanking Sigurd for validating things for him, your betrothed turned to you.

"Please forgive me, Y/N." He said as he took your hand in his.

"You cannot be serious! The only reason you believe me now is because my brother echoed my words." You firmly replied - staring at him in disbelief. "Why should that be the case?"

"You have a right to be upset with me. But I am truly apologetic."

"It is only because Sigurd came to my aid. Just admit it Alfred, you do not trust me."

Though you were more irate than hurt, you allowed tears to well. As Governess Yasmine had told you on numerous occasions, crying was a great weapon. Upon seeing your expression and the wetness glistening in your eyes, Alfred was filled with guilt.

He knew you were correct. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help being domineering. The worst part was that the he knew very well how it felt to be treated in such a way. After all, Alfred had a great deal of resentment toward his mother for doing the very same thing.

"Y/N, please, you are breaking my heart." He whispered as he stepped closer. "I was wrong for being skeptical of what you said."

You felt his delicate fingers wiping the tears that had begun gliding down your cheeks.

"Do not cry, sister. I think your betrothed is truly sorry." Sigurd commented in an attempt to comfort you.

Suddenly, you heard Ivar's voice calling your name. When you turned to look in his direction, your brother raised a brow.

"What is the matter?" He immediately asked, walking to you upon his crutch.

Ivar didn't even bother to greet or acknowledge anyone else. His focus; the entirety of it; was on you.

"It……….I was just…..upset. All is fine now." You replied.

Not appearing to believe you, Ivar took out a kerchief from his tunic pocket. Gently, he wiped your eyes as he glared at Alfred. He didn't appreciate the fact that you were upset and knew 'your Christian' had done something. Ivar had to summon all of his willpower to keep from exploding. If it was not for the delicate treaties in place, your brother would have likely grabbed your betrothed by the neck.

"Do not tell me you are fine when I can clearly see that you were moved to tears." Ivar responded as he beckoned you with his free hand.

As the two of you walked off a short distance, you reassured your temperamental brother the best you could. Despite not believing you in the least, he eventually relented.

"Fine. We shall talk about it later." He said in a lowered voice. "At least I care. I see that your favorite brother was of no help to you."

"Ivar, please stop. Why must you now shift the focus to Siggy? You know very well that I hate it when you speak ill of him."

Ivar eyed you with veiled jealously. Oh how he loathed your overt fondness for Sigurd and Bjorn. Though it had been that way ever since you met them, he had hoped things would have changed.

"Why do you always insist on standing up for him? Am I not also your brother?"

You exhaled with some exasperation. Between Ivar and Alfred, you didn't know how much more irritation you could tolerate.

"Of course you are. But I love you all the same so please, stop making me choose between you."

"You love me?"

"Of course I do. However, it does not seem like you believe me when I say it."

"Then tell me more often." Ivar replied - finally appearing pacified. "And act as if you appreciate me showing concern for you."

"Of course I appreciate it. I always have."

Ivar gazed at you with deep devotion before agreeing for the two of you to speak later on. Relieved, you informed him that you would see him at the Training Grounds as promised. While you walked back to your steed where Alfred was still awaiting you, Ivar watched.

He did not view you as a brother would a sister but as one would admire the object of their affection. As for Sigurd, he was busily chatting with Prince Aethelwulf and Sir Lancille.

As soon as you reached where Alfred was, he meekly took both your hands in his. To your surprise, he again asked for your forgiveness.

"You do know that I love you, do you not?" He asked.

"Of course I do."

"Then please do not be angry with me for long. I am trying my best."

Alfred gave you a weak smile, his eyes reflecting his fear of losing you.

"Do not fret yourself Alfie. I am not upset with you. In fact, it is already forgotten." You said much to his relief.

It was so difficult for you to describe your relationship with Alfred. No matter what occurred between you, it was never an easy task to stay angry with him. Because despite everything, you cared immensely for him. He and Aethelred were both near-and-dear to your heart.

You only wished things could have stayed as they had been. The three of you getting along and doing all manner of fun things together. Regrettably, it appeared that becoming adults had changed everything. All your social dynamics that were once enjoyable, became complicated overnight.

"May I embrace you?" Alfred asked with some apprehension.

When you replied that it would be fine, he wasted no time in pulling you into his arms. Ivar, who was now leaning against the doorway of the stable, scoffed to himself. It wasn't easy for him to watch you in the arms of the man you were soon to marry. If he had it his way, the nuptials would have been delayed due to the impending war.

Sir Lancille, only glanced at you and Alfred momentarily before turning his attention back to the conversation at hand.

Though his deep affection for you was still growing, the brooding knight had no intention of making his feelings known. But despite telling himself that your happiness was all that mattered, Lancille also did not care for your impending vows.

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In his study, Sir Lancille's estranged cousin; Sir Mansfeld; and his father, Sir Peregrine, sat drinking wine. It was very late at night and they had just returned from Brackhill Palace. King Dorian had called for a special meeting of all his top Advisors and Attendants and thus they had to make themselves present. Since they lived in the neighboring city, it had been quite the journey. As the two men relaxed, one of the Head Servants entered.

"Forgive me, my Lords but this letter has been awaiting you for two days now." The man said apologetically. "I wanted to make certain to hand it to you straightway."

"A letter? From whom?" Sir Peregrine asked.

He was exhausted from the journey and wanted to see if it was worth reading or could be left for the morning.

"The herald that brought it was quite secretive. Not only did he refuse to give it to anyone that wasn't a Head Servant, he informed me that it was from a foreign Prince. He also made no qualms about the need to keep it in a private place. For that reason, it has been under lock-and-key in my chamber."

"Really?" An intrigued Mansfeld said. "Was he a foreigner or a native?"

"The accent was unquestionably foreign. Perhaps from Eire lands. Though I would like to mention that he appeared more of a mercenary than a true herald."

"So, a secretive letter from a foreign Prince." Sir Peregrine said with interest. "I wonder why one would be reaching out to me."

"Forgive me, my Lord but it is actually not addressed to you. It is for Sir Mansfeld in particular."

Both Mansfeld and his father looked even more interested than before. It truly was perplexing as to whom could be reaching out. After the letter was handed to the younger knight, he broke the wax that bore no seal and then unwrapped the twining.

Sir Peregrine patiently watched his son read the letter while sipping his wine. Raising a brow, a devious smile crossed Mansfeld’s face before he abruptly dismissed the servant. Once the man had departed, he glanced at his father.

"You will not believe who has written me."

"Who?"

"Prince Ivar."

"Is he not one of the heirs to Ragnar the Bloody Heathen?" An astonished Sir Peregrine asked. "What could he possibly want with you?"

"I had the privilege of meeting him when we went to Kattegat some time ago. Whilst the trip to negotiate with that reckless Princess failed, Ivar and I developed an understanding of sorts." Mansfeld said much to his father's surprise. "We communicated for some time after my return, but I have not heard from him in over a year. I dare say that you would like him. He is a man that thinks for himself and has his own plans. Grand ones."

"That is rather interesting."

"Indeed it is, father." Sir Mansfeld replied as he again looked at the letter in his hand.

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A solemn Aethelred was busily working on letters to King Bram Leifsson and King Aella when his mother entered. Princess Judith had a letter clasped in her hand that had just arrived from a Great House. For that reason, she was feeling more excited than usual.

“What is it mother?” Aethelred asked without looking up from his papers. “I am nearly done. If it is alright with you, we can talk after I affix the seals.”

Not one to be deterred, Judith took a seat directly in front of the desk and held up the letter in her hand.

“I will return to speak to you further but I must tell you this exciting news.”

“What is it? Is that from Y/N?” Aethelred asked as he finally looked up.

He had written you several times since the two of you had parted ways in West Francia, however, he had yet to hear from you. Naturally, he had been sick with worry thinking you had forgotten all about him.

However, the reason for the lack of communication was simple. Ever vigilant in protecting Alfred’s interests, Judith had made sure to have each one of Aethelred’s letters confiscated. Even the three letters you had managed to send off without Alfred’s knowledge had also been seized.

“I am afraid this has nothing to do with your brother’s soon-to-be wife.” She replied, earning a glare from Aethelred. “It does, however, have everything to do with you.”

“Me? Who is it from?”

“Just know that it is from a great family. Furthermore, they have agreed to give one of their daughters to you in marriage.”

Aethelred put down his quill and stared at his mother for what seemed like an eternity. His jaw was so tensed that Judith nearly regretted giving the news while sitting so closely.

“Mother, I do not know whom this woman is but I shall not marry her. If even God himself has fashioned her, I refuse to be her husband.” Aethelred finally said as the shock wore off. “If I am so inclined to ever marry, I shall find my own wife.”

“Nonsense! You are a Prince and heir to the throne. You must marry, just as Alfred is doing. In fact, you shall meet your soon-to-be wife before your brother’s nuptials.”

“I will do no such thing.” An irate Aethelred said firmly. He loved you still. And if his mother thought his feelings went away because she snatched you for Alfred, she was sadly mistaken. “I may have to go along with a great many things, but I must draw a line somewhere.”

“You may be angry and you may rant, if you wish. But King Ecbert has given his blessings. He is writing for the blessings of King Charles the Bald and the Pope as we speak.”

With that Princess Judith stood from her seat. She then added that she was doing everything for Aethelred’s own good. When she left the study, he sat in silence for a long while before hurling a copper vase at the door - denting it.

Princess Judith was unaware but she was pushing her elder son’s emotions too far. If she did not take care, it would only be a matter of time before things came to a head.

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