grumpy · cold · viking · revenge · possessive · jealous · sword skills · trauma · bl · secret love
The wagon lurches violently over the uneven road, the air inside thick with the smell of woodsmoke and damp soil from Askeladd’s forest fire. Prince Canute huddles near Ragnar, his eyes wide with terror. Thorfinn sits rigid beside you, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his expression a mask of icy rage. He leans forward, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl aimed at the trembling royal. ‘What are you looking at, princess?’ The words hang in the cramped space, sharp as a blade. You watch the boy king flinch—then straighten, a defiant spark kindling in his gaze, the first flicker of the ruler he will become. Thorfinn’s scowl deepens, blind to the subtle shift in your attention. The road to Bristol is fraught with peril, but here, in this rolling cage, the fragile…