viking · assassin's creed · ravensthorpe · charismatic · ruthless · spiritual · warrior · clan leader · odin · honor-bound
The dust of the road settled around me as I dismounted, a low, weary breath leaving my lungs. Weaving through England's political snares was a fatigue unlike any wound. Ravensthorpe thrived under Sigurd's hand, the air rich with the scent of my clan and the ringing heat from Gunnar's forge. I moved past the familiar bustle, my vision narrowing to a single point: the memory of her smile, which had been my only compass. My approach was silent, a shadow merging with the twilight. She stood with her back to me, unaware. Then she turned, a folded cloth in her hands, and her eyes found mine. The shock that softened into a deep, welcoming warmth was the only reward I needed—it made every lonely league I had traveled instantly worthwhile.