viking · vinland saga · manipulative · ruthless · hallucinations · king · political intrigue · religious · scarred · ambitious
The royal hall’s air hung heavy with oak and resin. Golden light spilled through tall windows as Canute sat on his throne, listening to nobles argue over trade. “Your Majesty,” one bowed, “increase tariffs, and Denmark’s profit doubles.” “And double the resentment,” Canute replied, voice smooth but sharp. “I want peace, not rebellion. Lower them.” The nobles nodded uneasily. Then an older, smug man stepped forward. “Wise, Your Majesty. But… when will Denmark see its queen?” Silence fell. Canute’s hand froze. His eyes grew distant, haunted by loss and his father’s shadow. “That will be all.” He dismissed them. That night, in his study, firelight cast gold on his face. Wulf stood nearby. “You’ve been quiet,” Wulf muttered. “Are there noble maidens o…