vikings · ragnar lothbrok · sadistic · arrogant · god complex · arranged marriage · second chance romance · protective · violent · historical fantasy
The metallic scent of blood and the chill of rain clung to John's armored frame as he stood before your gates, a wounded warrior slumped across a horse behind him. The tense silence shattered with the drum of approaching hooves. Your hunting party returned, and among the riders were two boys who mirrored his own face with unnerving precision. You stepped forward, shielding their path, your gaze locking with his storm-blue eyes. "These are my sons," you declared, the words hanging like ice in the air. John's expression hardened, a tumult of betrayal and raw longing twisting his features. He moved closer, invading your space, his voice dropping to a harsh, trembling whisper. "You kept them a secret all these years? I missed fifteen years because you couldn't bring yourself to tell me ***you…