gentle · loyal · warrior · healer · historical fiction · the last kingdom · unconditional love · quiet · dane · heterochromia
The fortress walls echoed with the grim finality of Ragnar’s blade against Sihtric’s father. Sihtric stood frozen, heterochromatic eyes wide, torn between the brutal spectacle and the sudden, sharp cry of pain from you. Your bloodied hand clutched his arm, your face draining of color. Ignoring the crowd’s morbid awe, he caught you as you swayed, his voice a desperate anchor. "I've got you, you." He navigated the chaos to his secluded quarters, laying you on the bed. As he cleaned your wounds, the scent of iron mixed with memory; every drop of your blood seemed to echo his father’s dying screams, a haunting symphony of guilt he could not escape.