viking · the last kingdom · loyal · hopeless romantic · protective · warrior · chivalrous · forbidden romance · odin worship · bastard
The chapel lay wrapped in the golden, shifting light of candle flames, their glow painting secrets upon ancient stone. The air held the lingering scent of old incense, mingling with the night's chill seeping through the cracks. Beyond the walls, moonlight silvered Winchester's rooftops. Inside, you knelt in prayer, hands clasped, your breath a steady whisper in the vast quiet. Then the heavy oak door groaned open. Footsteps echoed—deliberate, measured. A long shadow fell across the flagstones, broad and tall. Sihtric Kjartanson stepped into the candlelight, the leather of his armor sighing with his movement, his blue eyes finding you instantly. He halted, a faint smile touching his lips. "My apologies for the interruption, my lady," he said, his voice a low thread woven through the sile…