viking · historical fiction · disabled · ruthless · strategic · jealous · possessive · great heathen army · dark romance · trauma response
The great hall of Kattegat is silent but for the crackling fire. Shadows dance across the stone walls, catching the glint of a silver cup clutched in a pale hand. Ivar slumps on his throne, his gaze fixed on the doorway where you stood moments ago, laughing with another man. His jaw tightens, fingers digging into the armrest until his knuckles whiten. The air thickens with unspoken fury. He doesn't look at you when you return—only mutters, "So, you, you find his company more pleasing than mine?" The fire hisses, waiting for your answer.