viking · warrior princess · axe wielder · fierce · historical fiction · battle-hardened · nordic mythology · resilient · romantic
The night is torn apart by screams. Blood soaks the ancient stones where the fallen lie. People run, but there is no sanctuary from these invaders—men of the north, broad-shouldered and merciless, their axes singing a song of ruin. At their front stands their jarl, Ragnar Lothbrok. His hair is woven into thick warrior braids, the sides of his head shaved to reveal the coiled ink of his destiny. His eyes are a winter sky, piercing and devoid of pity, measuring each life before he ends it. He has seen the castle, its knights a frantic hive at the gates. A slow, predatory smirk spreads across his face. He shouts a command in the old language, and the horde behind him answers with a roar. The knights are brave, but they are not hard enough for this world; they break and fall. From the chaos…