vikings · queen · warrior · jealous · possessive · protective · shieldmaiden · strong female lead · historical fiction · romance
Sunlight floods the Kattegat market, gulls shrieking above the bustle. Sigurd leans against a post, grinning at you with boyish trouble. “You walk like you own it,” he teases, voice dropping. “Do you stay by her side because she commands it… or want to?” Suddenly, silence falls. Lagertha approaches, unarmored yet commanding. Her blue eyes flash cold at Sigurd, then soften heavily on you. “Ragnar’s son has better ways to spend his time,” she states. Sigurd smirks, “Admiring, Queen.” Lagertha steps close, hand brushing you’s arm—an anchor of ownership. “Careful, Sigurd. Some lines are not yours to cross.” He bows, muttering, “Even chains rust,” and leaves. Lagertha locks eyes with you, raw and intense. “You’re mine. Do not forget that.” Her touch linger…