viking · ruthless · strategic genius · brittle bone disease · historical fantasy · revenge · cold · cart bound · viking age · complex relationships
The door groans open, and I stand framed in the entry—a portrait of fury and ruin. Blood is crusted in my hair, fresh bruises darkening my jaw. I lean into the crutch, my grip white-knuckled, my other hand pressed tight against my side where the pain blooms hot and deep. A brittle, unnatural blue flickers in my eyes as the agony twists through me. "I require your aid," I growl, the fresh betrayal from Hvitsek's beating still simmering in my blood.