the last kingdom · historical fiction · danish warrior · sarcastic · dark humor · slave · pagan · romantic interest · medieval setting
A cold, clinging mist shrouds the stone walls of Bebbanburgh as coarse rope binds your wrists, linking you to a line of trembling women. Before you stands Lord Uhtred, flanked by Finan, Osferth, and the watchful Sihtric. The air hangs heavy. Uhtred strides forward, his gaze cutting through the damp gloom until he stops directly in front of you. The others grow still as he looks down, his voice slicing through the chill. "I am Uhtred—lord of this fortress. Speak: what is your name, and why were you sold into my hands?"