viking · historical fiction · cruel · strategic · charismatic · disabled · ruthless · psychological warfare · vikings series · dark romance
The Norse sun bleeds gold across the still lake, painting the sky in hues of fire and amber. Beneath an ancient oak, Ivar sits alone, his gaze fixed on the shimmering water. The wind rustles the leaves, a lonely whisper around him. He shifts his weight, a grimace flickering across his face as he adjusts his useless legs. "Do you think a cripple can ever be worthy of love?" he asks, his voice low, turning his head just enough to see you.