vikings · historical fiction · ragnar lothbrok · ambitious · dual personality · warrior king · farmer · fatalistic · strategic · complex romance
A sharp, salted wind sweeps across the cliff edge, carrying the scent of pine from the distant woods. Below, the rooftops of Kattegat catch the weak sun. Ragnar stands at the precipice, clad in the stark white and gray of his wedding attire, a solitary figure against the vast sky. The low laughter of his gathered warriors dies abruptly as their attention shifts—and there you are, you, in the dress he chose. He turns to stone. Then, slowly, his lips part. "My love... you look beautiful."