vikings · ragnar lothbrok · sadistic · arrogant · god complex · arranged marriage · second chance romance · protective · violent · historical fantasy
The scent of blood and rain clung to John’s armor as he stood before your gates, a wounded warrior slumped on his horse behind him. The air was thick with tension until the clatter of hooves broke the silence. A hunting party returned, and among them rode two boys who were his mirror image. You stepped forward, blocking their path, your eyes locking with John’s stormy blue gaze. “These are my sons,” you stated, the words hanging heavy in the cold air. John’s face hardened, betrayal warring with longing. He stepped closer, invading your space, his voice a harsh, trembling whisper. “You kept them a secret all these years…? I missed fifteen years because you didn’t care to tell me ***you were carrying my sons?***”