Chapter 20G Warnings: Character Deaths, Angst, Implied Incest, and Intrigue
Word Count: 39,058
Setting: Viking Era
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Chapter 20E Warnings: Character Deaths, Angst, Implied Incest, and Intrigue Word Count: 20,585 Setting: Viking Era Genre: Romance/Drama/Epic Pairing: Ragnarssons x Reader, Alfred x Reader, Aethelred x Reader (No details because it would spoil the story) Read Season 1: Here Read Season 2: Here Catch Up: Chap 1 Chap 2 Chap 3 Chap 4 Chap 5 Chap 6 Chap 7 Chap 8 Chap 9 Chap 10 Chap 11 Chap 12 Chap 13 Chap 14 Chap 15 Chap 16 Chap 17 Chap 18 Chap 19 Chap 20-A Chap 20-B Chap20-C Chap 20-D-Finale 1
Chapter 20E Warnings: Character Deaths, Angst, Implied Incest, and Intrigue Word Count: 15,405 Setting: Viking Era Genre: Romance/Drama/Epic Pairing: Ragnarssons x Reader, Alfred x Reader, Aethelred x Reader (No details because it would spoil the story) Read Season 1: Here Read Season 2: Here Catch Up: Chap 1 Chap 2 Chap 3 Chap 4 Chap 5 Chap 6 Chap 7 Chap 8 Chap 9 Chap 10 Chap 11 Chap 12 Chap 13 Chap 14 Chap 15 Chap 16 Chap 17 Chap 18 Chap 19 Chap 20-A Chap 20-B Chap20-C Chap 20-D-Finale 1
Chapter 20D Warnings: Character Deaths, Angst, Implied Incest, and Intrigue
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Chapter 20C Warnings: Angst, Implied Incest, and Intrigue
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Chapter 20B Warnings: Angst, Implied Incest, and Intrigue
Word Count: 10,707
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Chapter 19 Warnings: Angst, Deception, Implied Incest and Intrigue
Word Count: 10,011
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Chapter 18 Warnings: Angst, Deception, Implied Incest and Intrigue
Word Count: 8,919
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Chapter 16 Warnings: Angst, Deception, Incest and Intrigue
Word Count: 9,074
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Chapter 15 Warnings: Angst, Deception, implied Incest and Intrigue
Word Count: 10,202
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Chapter 14 Warnings: Angst, Deception, implied Incest, Intrigue and Sex
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Chapter 12 Warnings: Angst, Deception, implied Incest, and Intrigue
Word Count: 8,281
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Chapter 11 Warnings: Angst, Deception, implied Incest, and Intrigue
Word Count: 9,325
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Chapter 10 Warnings: Angst, Deception, Incest, Sex and Intrigue
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Chapter 9 Warnings: Angst, Deception, Implied Incest and Intrigue
Word Count: 8,983
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“It’s strange.” Bjorn declared before looking in his father’s direction. He then tossed aside the bark he had been examining. “There seems to be three diverging paths. So, either the party split up to confuse us, or we’re being lured into a trap.”
With a shrug, Ragnar informed everyone that they would press forward.
Especially since they were quickly losing daylight. The Heathen King then told his brother and Floki to take their men East and West; respectively. Adding that even if outnumbered, one Norseman was worth a hundred foreigners.
A sentiment everyone present agreed with. Thus, it was quickly decided that all three directions would be pursued to retrieve Edwyn. And obviously none cared about losing their own lives. For one thing they valued more than their homeland and sacred Gods, was family.
So, every man swore to their King that they would get his grandson back.
“I’ll lead the Northward party.” Ivar said from his chariot. “Hvitserk and Sigurd will have their men join my own.”
“No! Hvitserk will take the lead.” Ragnar said as he rode his steed closer. “I would like you to return to the castle.”
“Why? Do you think I’m incapable of--------”
“Ivar, as your sister’s Hand, you must conduct the interrogation! Do not leave it to King Garrat’s guards to do what is personal!”
Ragnar then put a hand to his youngest son’s shoulder, whispering that he was counting on him. The King also instructed him to show no mercy if Delilah failed to divulge EVERYTHING. A command that the raven-haired Ragnarsson readily accepted.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get to the bottom of the entire plot.” Ivar said with a nod. “And when that’s done, I’ll sacrifice that traitor; like she deserves.”
“Good! And let it send a powerful message.” Ragnar replied.
You paced, unable to sit despite feeling so nauseous, you feared fainting.
But you simply could not permit yourself to be comfortable. Because not only was your baby gone, but you had no inkling of his fate; alive or dead. And knowing your Aunt’s temperament, you feared the worst. Because as irritating Dorian could be, he was quite reasonable. Especially, when it came to your personal dealings.
However, his mother had a way of whispering evil into his heart.
So, since she was capable of the worst of atrocities, you grieved for Edwyn.
“My precious son.” You pondered inwardly; your eyes going to where Gyda slept upon your bed. And beside her, Ravi laid as if on guard. The little dog likely sensing the tension in the air. “I should have been content with a quiet life in Wessex. Now, look what I’ve done.”
And yes, you blamed yourself.
Because had you not wanted the throne, all would have been peaceable. Understandably, this would have meant your Aunt and Uncle escaping justice. However, it also would have prevented your children becoming pawns.
Indeed, you lamented many past decisions. But unfortunately, there was no time to do so for long. Because you soon heard a commotion in the passageway that led to your chambers. And from the voices of the servants and guards, you knew it was your husband.
As always Alfred waited for the posted guard to ask your permission for him to enter. But as soon as he had been given clearance,, the Prince entered with palatable anger.
“So, what is this I am hearing?” He said, as the Attendants shut the door to give you both privacy. “Imagine my shock; when in the midst of signing ledgers; Royal Guards came to inform me that my son is gone!”
For the first time since you had known Alfred, you were truly afraid. But it had nothing to do with his tone. Because though severe, we wasn’t yelling or anything of the sort. However, it was all in his eyes.
Unquestionably, your husband now beheld you as if you were a monster.
“I…………um……..my father has taken men to pursue them. And……King Garrat said----------”
“Did I not warn you, Y/N?” Alfred asked, interrupting your rambling. He then walked closer, peering at you with resentment. “Only moments before that ill-fated convoy departed, I asked that Edwyn remain. But as always, you chose to listen to no one but yourself.”
“It………it was never my intention to place our child in harm’s way. I………..I merely thought that a simple……….”
Your voice then trailed off.
Not because you didn’t have any words to speak, but rather that they meant nothing. No matter your intention, the fact of the matter was, your son was gone. And there was hardly anything you could do except hope that Ragnar and the others found him.
But if you were expecting sympathy from Alfred, you were mistaken. For he only stared; almost as if disappointed by your very existence.
“From now on, Gyda will reside in my wing of the castle. Furthermore-----”
“Alfie, I know you are angry, but---------”
“I was not done speaking, Y/N!” Alfred countered, interrupting you for doing likewise. “As I was saying, my Attendants are moving her nursery items as we speak. So, from this day forward, she will be under Saxon Guard. Obviously, you may add a contingency of men if you see fit. But from here out, Gyda goes nowhere without my expressed consent. Do you understand?”
“But………what of Ravi?” You asked, feeling on the verge of tears. “He is keeping her calm whilst we search for Edwyn.”
“Y/N, please spare me the childish questions and theatrics. The dog may remain if it bolsters her mood. Now if you will excuse me, I must speak King Garrat has whilst we await Ragnar’s return.”
With that, Alfred opened the chamber door and ordered a Wet-nurse to seize your sleeping daughter.
But as promised, the Prince asked another woman to take Ravi along; declaring that he was Gyda’s companion. Nevertheless, even after accomplishing his task, your husband could not look in your direction.
Thus, he chose not to feign graciousness. So, without a word, Alfred departed your chambers in anger.
“Ivar, please wait!” You yelled as you spotted your brother’s group entering the Stables.
From the looks of things, he and his men had just arrived at the castle. But even without asking, you could see by the look upon his face that there was no news of Edwyn. At least at the moment. Thus, you rushed to him, holding your skirts and ignoring the biting winds.
“It’s getting cold out here, Y/N.” Ivar said before looking over your shoulder. “Where are your Attendants to give you furs or a cloak?”
“That isn’t important. The only thing I wish to know is what the scouting party discovered.”
“Let Ragnar, King Ecbert and the men worry about that task. You and I have an interrogation to conduct.”
“But----------”
“Y/N, I know you’re anxious. But the more information we have, the better. Besides, we have to make sure that Delilah’s accomplices join her; if there’s any.”
Ivar then dismounted from his chariot and walked over. After resting his weight upon his crutch, he then acknowledged your pain. Adding that he felt the same. After all, he loved your children as if they were his own.
“But let us try to remain calm, hmm?” Ivar continued as you held on to his arm. “Between our Gods, I think we will find Edwyn alive. And I’ll do everything within my power to make it happen.”
With a hesitant nod, you acknowledged that he was indeed correct. Losing control of your emotions would do little to help the situation. In fact, it might hinder things if everyone had to give you extra attention. For that reason, you promised to be strong.
“I will need you, Ivy; that much I know.” You confessed as he bobbed his head in the direction of a Thrall. Understanding his Master, the man quickly placed your brother’s furs about your shoulders. “The truth is, it took every bit of strength just to leave my chambers. So, please don’t get annoyed when I cling to you more than usual. I simply cannot withstand certain things alone.”
“You can never annoy me because I love you too much.”
“Thank you for being so kind. I love you too.” You whispered.
You then rested your head against Ivar’s shoulder; the weight of emotional fatigue finally taking its toll.
When the Guards brought Delilah into the small room of the cell-tower, she instantly collapsed to her knees.
Indeed, it appeared that she hoped to find favor with you, Ivar or one of your cousins. A sight so enraging, Armin spat in her direction. And honestly, had the interrogation been his to conduct, he would have killed her outright.
Because despite being Christians, your cousins held to the lessons taught them by Sir Alcanore. The first being that family was most important, and the second being loyalty to the nation. Thus, Delilah had slighted you in two ways.
“You have nerve!” Christofur said in disgust as your fallen Handmaiden stared at you. “You conspired with people that slayed a sitting Monarch and chased her only heir out of Arundel. But you now stare at the very same woman for mercy?”
He then stopped leaning against a wooden beam and approached Delilah.
After glaring at the groveling woman, your second eldest cousin insisted that she be put to death. Not simply out of retribution, but to prove your mettle to any future traitors. And to be fair, his advice was in line with Ivar’s thinking.
“Gratitudes, Christofur. You have always provided solace and wisdom at the bleakest of times.” You said, taking a deep breath. “Once we have extracted all the information we can, a sentence will be proclaimed.”
“Plea………………..please Princess Y/N.” Delilah interjected; stumbling over her own her own words. She then clasped her hands as if in prayer. “It was never my intention to hurt you or-------------”
Obviously, this incensed you. Because unlike most Nobility, you treated your Attendants like family. So much in fact, that they always had the best of wardrobes and higher wages than their peers. And you even allowed Pippa, Adela, and Regina to wed your own relations.
Yet, Delilah not only had the gall to betray you, she now spoke without permission.
“You have audacity, that much we can all agree.” You said as a white-hot rage overtook your senses. Your intention had been to remain silent, but now, you were provoked. “But do not mistaken me for a fool nor that child that ran the gardens of Howlester Keep.”
“I……………..I can explain everything.”
“Oh, you can explain why my infant son is not in his cradle?” You asked with great sarcasm. “Please, elaborate on why you put my child in danger!”
“Because……………………if I did not, Dorian would have hurt my own.”
You shook your head, both confused and insulted.
Especially since your Handmaidens were always virgins. At least, that was how they presented themselves to Court prior to being conferred the title. Because one thing every royal house prided themselves on was virtuous heirs. Thus, everyone that attended impressionable heirs was of the salacious variety.
But apparently, you had all been mistaken.
“What do you mean, your own?” You asked.
“What does it matter, your Highness?” Gabryell asked. “If indeed this traitorous whore betrayed you to save her own flesh and blood, it makes things worse. For it means that she kept secrets from your late mother.”
Despite nodding in agreement, you truly were shocked. Because you assumed that your Handmaidens; along with Pippa; were like elder sisters. But not only had Delilah proven that belief wrong, she had one of the biggest secrets there was.
“Y/N, let me take things over.” Ivar finally said. Though he had been patient, your brother was not going to allow the young woman to guilt you. “This woman has committed the worst of crimes. And we will treat it accordingly.”
Obviously, a part of you felt empathy towards your former Handmaiden. After all, she had been around you since you were a mere child. But you as the only and true heir to the throne such sentiments no longer applied.
“You don’t need to stare at my sister anymore.” Ivar continued as he glared at Delilah. “She can’t help you.”
“My Prince, please allow me to say only one thing to her.”
Shaking his head, your brother denied the request. Mostly because he knew what she was attempting. After all, he had witnessed interrogations many times in Kattegat. And people always tried to weasel out of justice by shedding meaningless tears. Especially to anyone they felt was vulnerable to their tricks.
But Ivar would not allow that to happen; not this time.
“My nephew is out there amongst the enemy, thanks to you.” He informed Delilah harshly. “So, if you address my sister again, my axe will find your skull. Do you understand?”
With a hesitant nod, the disgraced Handmaiden realized that her pleading would do little. Thus, she instead began divulging all she knew; hoping for mercy at the end.
First, she explained being approached by Sir Mansfeld in Wessex. And how he feigned flirting only to pull her into the first scheme your vows. However, she did admit that upon hearing of his mother’s plans, Dorian put a halt to the plot.
“But when we arrived in Edom, I was approached once more. And this time, Lord Findlay approached me whilst in town.”
“Lord Findlay?” You repeated, somewhat shocked.
“Yes, your Highness.” Delilah replied before looking at Ivar again. “He bid me to keep him informed with news of the baby. But once they were born, I could never produce them as intended.”
Certainly, you knew Spider was cunning and served anyone that fattened his pockets. However, you never expected a Lord of his station to allow himself to be used like an errand boy. Especially since your Spy Maesters stated that he did not get along with your Aunt.
“You are Jezebel in her worst form!” Armin roared as he unsheathed his sword. But mercifully, Christofur stopped him before he could approach the former Handmaiden. “First you were willing feed poison to my cousin; the only genuine heir to King Haimrich IV! And now freely admit that you had time to warn us of Dorian’s new scheme!”
“But Milord, I am a mother! I may not be Nobility, but I love my son, all the same.”
“And whose concern should that be, traitor?” Gabryell asked. “Had you been truthful, there would have been secrets to hold over your head. And had you told the Princess; she would have sent Sir Everette to fetch him; no differently than she did with Lancille’s family.”
Indeed, you were all outraged by the revelations. Especially since Delilah admitted that she had been willing to serve you poison. And after all you had been to her; even as a child! For it was you that paid for her families estate to be restored after a fire that engulfed their Manor.
And you did many more favors than that over the years. But here she was, entwined with your enemies.
“Look at you!” Ivar declared; his eyes so dark Delilah had to avert her gaze. “You so easily joined those who intend to destroy my sister! Yet, you speak with no shame!”
“I------------”
“Shut your mouth!”
Ivar then looked at you, his gaze confirming what you already felt.
Delilah had to pay for her treason, dear friend or not. Because once all was said and done, her type of behavior had to be removed, root and stem. For you had no desire to deal with such deceit again. Especially since it had put your children at risk.
“I pity you Delilah. There was a time I felt you were an elder sister; no different than Pippa. Yet, you chose your secrets over our bond and continued to do so at my expense.” You said as you got to your feet. “I shall never speak to you from this moment forth. Because as far as I am concerned, you are dead already.”
You then whispered to Ivar that you wished to go and feed Gyda. And obviously, your brother took no issue with the task.
Thus, you departed the small room with Bolverk and his men in tow. But as you turned the corner of the cell tower, you heard Delilah calling out; begging that you return. However, she was no longer your problem now.
Because you had endured your share of betrayal; enough for ten lifetimes.
And in the name of God, you were done with it.
That evening was a challenging one.
Because you not only found yourself unable to eat, you paced the terrace, looking for any signs of Ragnar’s party. However, once it became clear that the men had camped under the stars, it gave you hope. Because in some ways, it signified good news.
Indeed, they may have chosen not to return due to finding the path of the abductors. But who could know for certain?
Thus, you paced until your feet could take no more. Eventually you did go for a warm soak, as Pippa suggested; hoping the scented waters would ease your mind.
But after being dressed for bed, your soul was still restless. And to be quite honest, you physically ached for your son. So, no matter what anyone said, the only thing that would soothe your heart was to have Edwyn in your arms again.
Mercifully, Pope Leo IV sent for you. And proving that he was one of the kindest men you knew, he prayed for both you and Alfred.
Afterward, the Holy Father gave communion and declared that your son would be found unharmed. Adding that God would not allow you to endure so much pain in such a short time. To which you thanked him kindly. For his words did ease your fears to a degree.
But once you were alone with Alfred in Gyda’s new Nursery, the anxiety returned.
Because despite allowing you to tend to her needs, the Prince would not speak. And perhaps, ignoring you would have been tolerable. Yet, your husband chose to scowl at you; no differently than he would a monster. It was so bad, even Judith eventually spoke on your behalf. But when she declared that you were suffering no differently than he was; Alfred demanded that she keep her thoughts.
Obviously, you were not the only one shocked by his response. Because even Prince Aethelwulf stared at him, unsure about intervening. But in the end, he chose to hold his tongue for another time.
So, after bidding you and Alfred a good evening, your in-laws departed.
“You may as well say it aloud, Alfie.” You said, cradling a tired but irritable Gyda in your arms. “You think I am the cause of everything.”
“I do.”
Your jaw dropped and you felt as if the wind had been knocked from your chest.
Sure, you had said it. But you never expected Alfred to agree so emphatically. Indeed, your husband didn’t hesitate to declare you the cause of Edywn’s abduction.
“You……………………you really feel that way?”
“Did you not just ask me for the truth?” He countered.
“I…………I did. However, you are being unnecessarily cruel. Do you honestly think I would put either of my children in harms’ way?”
“Our children!” Alfred replied before glancing at you again. “And to answer your query, I do not think you do stupid things intentionally. However, you do them, all the same.”
Had you not been holding Gyda, you would have slapped him across the face. However, your daughter had finally managed to fall asleep. Thus, you exhaled deeply before adjusting her in your arms.
“Well, do you have nothing to say in response?” Alfred asked.
“What do you wish for me to say? That you are right, and I am the villain you claim?”
“No. I simply want you to acknowledge that you lack maturity. Because had you listened, we would not be in this situation. Perhaps less galivanting with your Attendants and more attention to your family obligations should suffice.”
“Who do you think you are speaking to?” You indignantly asked.
Though you were truly outraged, you didn’t wish to wake the baby. So after cautiously getting to your feet, you laid her gently inside the cradle. And being the attentive dog he was, Ravi scampered to sleep at the foot of Gyda’s bed.
“I will not speak to you again. At least until you desist in insulting and belittling me.”
“Another tantrum?” Alfred mused, his thick brows furrowing. “Imagine my surprise.”
You didn’t know how to respond.
Whether to scream at the top of your lungs or to attack him outright. Nevertheless, you were a woman now. Not a nine-year-old running the halls of Charles the Balds’ palace. So instead of lashing out, you simply shook your head.
“As I said, Alfie. I will refrain from engaging you in conversation. Instead, I shall use my strength in aiding in the return of our son.”
With that, you departed the Nursery, now protected by Saxon guards only.
“Ivy, your men permitted me to enter.” You said as you moved towards his bed. “I hope that does not anger you.”
Because Kadlin now slept in a separate chamber with Arngrim, you were confidant in entering. However, you also knew that as his wife, she could request entrance at any time. But that was the least of your concerns.
“Ivy!” You said again, almost angered that he had not awakened immediately. With caution, you then sat upon the bed and shook him gently. “I cannot sleep.”
As expected, he swiftly reached for his axe. But as his vision adjusted, your brother’s expression softened.
“Wha………..what are you doing here?”
“I cannot find rest no matter what I do.” You replied. “It’s as if I am going mad with my own thoughts.”
“Come.”
Ivar then raised the furs and invited you to get underneath. Eager for comfort, you eagerly obliged; lying beside him. But just as you were getting comfortable, your brother gave you a peculiar look.
“What is this thing?” He asked, flipping the sash of your heavy robe. “Are you bundled for the cold?”
“It’s an evening robe, Ivy. For modesty.”
With brow raised, your brother asked that you remove it. Not simply because he found it cumbersome, but he wished to hold you close. And in doing so, he wished to feel your skin, not some peculiar overcoat. Thus, you sat up and did as asked.
But you did ask if he was certain that you would not be disturbed.
“You think Kadlin will enter unannounced?”
“Well, she is your wife. What if she suddenly decides that she wants to lay with you? Or something of that nature?”
“She won’t.”
“How do you know?” You countered as he pulled the furs over you. “You speak as if people don’t enter their spouses chambers in the evenings.”
With a serious expression, Ivar asked that you look him in the eye. And in the glow of the fireplace, he confessed that he had spoken to his newlywedded bride. And despite his apprehension, he had told her of his inability to love her fully. Not that Ivar held no emotional attachment to Kadlin. However, he simply could not give her what any spouse desired.
“I can’t lie to her forever, Y/N.” Ivar continued as you looked at him in confusion. “So, I told her that I’m in love with someone else.”
“You what?”
With a sentimental expression upon his face, your brother explained himself. From how terrible he felt for not being in love with Kadlin, to telling her of his true emotions. Indeed, it had been a struggle. But being the blunt man he was, Ivar was truthful, nonetheless.
“I do not understand you, Ivy.” You replied. “Why tell Kadlin such a thing? She is so kind and pretty. And to be honest, she’s my favorite sister-in-law after Luciya.”
“Because I also find her to be the best of women. But no matter how I hard I try, I can’t fall in love with her. And it’s unfair to keep her from finding a man with those feelings.”
“You said this to her outright?”
“Yes.”
Sitting up, you felt rather guilty. Because despite wanting Kadlin to remain in the family, you did relish having Ivar to yourself. Indeed, you were just as selfish as Ragnar; and there was no denying that.
“You truly care for me that much?” You asked as your brother pulled you close by the arm. “Enough to be alone whenever I am duty bound to Alfred?”
“He isn’t an issue.”
“Why do you say that? Because you do not regard him, or because you assume he is no threat?”
“Both.”
When you scowled, Ivar chuckled at the negative reaction. Because no matter what, he knew he was right. Alfred was no competitor for your affections. And sure, he was the father of your children and you did share a bond.
However, nothing compared to the bond between you and Ivar.
“Do you love me, Y/N?”
“Of course, I do.”
Feeling rather emotional, Ivar rested his head upon your belly. He had always wanted to share his bed with you and no one else. And now that he had given Kadlin the option to leave the marriage, he felt oddly liberated.
“But what of Arngrim and her needs?” You suddenly asked. “I don’t want them living as they did before. She deserves a longhouse and a great amount of coin. That is, if she chooses to leave the marriage.”
“Agreed. Kadlin will never lack; no matter what her decision.”
Your brother then went silent as your fingers traced his braided locks.
Then after caressing your hip a while, he finally confessed one more thing. That he intended to infiltrate Dorian’s encampments. Adding that if Ragnar returned without Edwyn, he and his men would rescue him themselves.
“Ivy, you cannot do that!” You exclaimed. “You told me yourself that scouts and patrols line such routes. Your party will be spotted and ambushed.”
“Then what should I do? Wait until they use the baby as a negotiating tool?”
“No……..of course not. But we must think of a better plan. Something that won’t throw us into the enemy’s hands.”
“What do you mean us?”
“Wherever you go, I shall go also.” You replied, making sure to interfere with his objection. “Besides, I have been betrayed more times than I care to count. For that reason, I do not wish to be reckless; but neither do I wish to be timid.”
“But why must you come along?” Ivar countered. “It’s best that you stay with your Aruyan guards and Bolverk’s men.”
“Because Ivy. You are the one person I am safest around.”
Though he wanted to dispute the claim, Ivar could only sigh. Because it was true, no one would give their life as willingly as he would. Thus, your brother confessed that he would love to take you along. Unfortunately, his plans called for only the fiercest and experienced of his warriors.
And furthermore, there was a great chance they would be captured or killed; just as you had stated. Still, you were undeterred.
“Well, then if that is how our destiny plays out, at least we would die together.” You said.
“Y/N don’t say such things around me. I want you to raise the children and rule your nation. And even if I’m not around, at least that will please me in Valhalla.”
“Did you not just proclaim intense love for me?”
“I did. But it doesn’t change you being an obstinate jackass.”
You actually smiled for the first time since Edwyn had been taken. Indeed, Ivar was right. You could be quite pigheaded and unyielding when your mind was made. But if anyone understood your reasons, it was the raven-haired Ragnarsson.
“I truly love you, Ivy.” You whispered, feeling your eyes becoming wet with tears. “In fact, you are the reason I have not leapt from the nearest balcony.”
“Don’t say such things.”
“But I…………..I cannot help it. I yearn to hold my son again. However, it’s my fault that he was taken in the first place.”
With a scoff, Ivar replied that you were placing blame where it did not belong. And that if anyone deserved to feel self-loathing it was Dorian and the viper known as Delilah. But he meant to remedy the latter soon enough.
“I am going to make an example of her.” Ivar added as your continued caressing his hair. “If you give me full authority of course.”
“Ivy, you have my blessings to do whatever you feel is right.”
“You know I’m going to give a punishment no one will soon forget? Don’t you?”
“I do.” You replied. “And I shall be at your side to witness it.”
“Why will it not sleep?” A warrior asked as he cooked fish upon a low burning firepit. “I cannot take any more of this crying.”
“Then plug your ears!” Boris replied.
He then walked to where the Wet-nurse sat upon the grass and motioned for the baby. And obviously, the young woman was reluctant. Because despite being a servant of Queen Giselle, she had a duty to Edwyn. Especially since his twin sister was now betrothed to Prince Aneurin.
But since Boris had not shown any cruelty thus far, she obliged and carefully passed the baby into his arms.
“Has he been well-fed and changed?”
“That he has, Milord.” The Wet-nurse replied. “But I believe he is sensing the absence of his parents.”
Nodding, Boris rose to his feet, easily cradling Edwyn in the crook of one arm. He then went to give orders to some of his men. And before long, your son grew quieter and quieter; apparently liking the motion of being carried about.
“Do you have children, Milord?” One of the foot soldiers asked.
“No.” Boris replied
“Then how did you know what would quiet the child?” Another asked. “After all, he has been crying up a storm all day.”
With a shrug, the Highblade declared it a simple matter.
Adding that children enjoyed being moved around and hearing noise. But when some men pressed him for further explanation, he simply walked away. For he was still a Mercenary and disliked conversation; regardless of the mission.
“You there, girl.” Boris said, lightly bouncing a now content Edwyn. “What’s your name?”
“Tetyana, Milord.”
“Firstly, I am no Lord, so Boris will suffice. And lastly, if you obey my commands, no harm will come to you. Understand?”
With a frightened look upon her face, the young woman scooted closer. She then informed him that she was a mother of two and that her husband also worked within King Garrat’s court. The Wet-nurse then paused, making sure no one would overhear.
“I only wish to return to my family unharmed and unmolested.” Tetyana continued in a very hushed tone. “But I am terrified because two men in particular are making eyes at me.”
Clearly, Boris was a sharp man. For that reason, he did not press her to explain; for he understood her meaning.
“Point them out with your eyes.” He commanded.
Though unsure if he could be trusted, Tetyana glanced in the direction of two captains, one flaxen-haired and the other auburn. And even as they stood chatting with one another, it was clear that they enjoyed their drink a little too much.
The exact type of habit that always made one do stupid things.
“You are to stay close at all times.” Boris said. “And I in turn, I will keep an eye on you.”
Utterly relieved to have found a kind man amongst them enemy, Tetyana nearly cried. For she was still quite shocked at being taken hostage. But it appeared that God had at least given her one protector.
Though Ragnar’s men returned with the other scouting parties, he was nowhere to be found.
But as you asked around, it became clear that he was stricken with grief. Thus, despite the weather taking a turn for the worse, your father decided to go things alone. And he swore to find his grandson, even if he had to burn all of Edom to do so.
“We can’t allow father to be out there.” You said, looking around at your brothers. Indeed, even as you returned from accompanying King Garrat to see off Pope Leo’s ship, the skies were terrible. “He will die in the upcoming storm!”
“What will you have us do, Y/N?” Sigurd asked as you adjusted Gyda in your arms. “He could be anywhere at the moment.”
“Agreed. You have no idea how fast Ragnar’s steed is, or how far he’s capable of traveling.” Bjorn added. “Besides, even if we sent men out there, he’s likely miles off the original trial.”
You wanted to yell.
However, the returning fighters had been invited to dine in the Great Hall. And since this was the first hot food they had eaten since going in search of Edwyn, you held your tongue. However, you did make your way to Athelstan who was sat away from the Head table.
“Why do you isolate yourself?” You asked as you set Gyda into his arms. And though he was apprehensive, the former monk appeared happy as he snuggled her. “Do you not get tired of your own company when my father isn’t around?”
“You are kind, Princess Y/N. However, do not put yourself on Judith’s bad side for my sake.”
“I have angered many people in my short life.” You replied before eating one of the darker grapes. “For that reason, I no longer care to make nice.”
With a faint smile, Athelstan insisted that you did not mean it. After all, from what he had observed thus far, it wasn’t in your nature to be cruel. In fact, he felt in his heart that you were kinder than most.
“In some ways, that is true. I am quite loyal to those I love.” You replied with a nod. “But once someone betrays that love, I can be just a wicked as anyone. And I shall prove it tomorrow morning.”
“Are you referring to the Handmaiden everyone is talking about?”
“Of course.”
“With all due respect, your Highness. You have every right to do with her as you please.” Athelstan said cautiously. “Especially since she is responsible for Edywn’s abduction. However, I would be negligent if I did not advise you to seek God’s guidance.”
You could not keep from giving him a genuine smile.
For you had heard many speak of Athelstan’s goodness and devotion to the Lord. Nevertheless, you could not rule by playing the wilting flower. Nor could you be indecisive, running to the Bible anytime there was a decision to be made.
“I revere the Holy Trinity; and my children will be raised in line with that belief.” You said with great sincerity. “But from now on, it is my will that shall determine the rules!”
Fortunately, Ragnar returned bright and early the following morning. And as expected, he was in one of the foulest moods ever.
However, he also came bearing prisoners, just for you. Because despite not spotting the party that had Edwyn, he overtook one of the decoy parties. And after killing four of them, he brought an injured man for interrogation.
“Father!” You exclaimed, leaving Gyda with Pippa and Governess Yasmine.
Then without concern for his bloody and dirty clothes, you embraced Ragnar.
“I could hardly sleep a wink worrying about you and the Edwyn. Thank the Lord, you have returned to us unharmed.”
“Birdie, it will take more than child-snatching cowards to send me to Valhalla.”
He then took a seat upon a bench as a few of his warriors took the prisoner to the cell tower. With an exasperated sigh, Ragnar first apologized for not returning with your son. However, he swore to rescue him soon enough.
“I will need only a handful of my best men and proper supplies. But I can easily infiltrate Dorian’s encampment.”
“Father, no! You have no inkling as to how devious my Aunt can be. This was all her doing; of that I am certain.” You then paused to make certain that your brothers were nowhere close. Especially Ivar. “I know Aunt Jayne-Marie’s ambition better than anyone. And since they now have my son, they will first ask for an exchange. My life, for his.”
“And you trust them to honor such a trade?”
You pondered Ragnar’s question as you poured him much needed ale.
And obviously, it was evident that he accepted your words. Because Dorian had not gone through the hassle of snatching Edwyn for nothing. Nevertheless, your father was not eager to let you go. Especially if that meant handing you over to the very people that had killed your mother.
“Birdie, I’m waiting for an answer.”
“I don’t trust Dorian. However, I know he has something of boy I knew left in him.” You replied. “If I lay down my cause and turn myself over in exchange for my son, he will keep his word.”
“And then what? Everything is over just like that. No justice for your mother, Sir Alcanore or anyone else you have lost?”
Certainly, you wished to avenge them all. And if you could, you would have done so already. But nothing mattered more than your son’s life. Not even your own. Thus, your mind was made; and there was no going back.
“As my father, I trust that you understand my thoughts.” You said, placing your hands on his arm. “So, when time comes, don’t tell anyone except Uncle Rollo and Floki. Because I don’t want anyone trying to change my mind.”
“I don’t want to let you go.” Ragnar confessed, nodding his head slowly. “But I raised your brothers to be strong and never shielded them from the world. So, I’ll treat you no differently.”
“Does that mean you will cooperate with the exchange? When the time comes, I mean.”
“Aye, Birdie. You can always count on your father.”
“Y/N.” Alfred said as you checked on your daughter who was now asleep in Hvitserk’s arms. “May I have a moment of your time?”
“No!”
Frustrated, he stared at you a moment. Though still exceptionally angry, a part of him longed to be near you. But since there was a cold war between you, the Prince had to take a calm approach.
“I know you are upset, and I do not blame you.” He continued. “But if possible, could we take a short walk?”
“A walk you say?” You replied somewhat sarcastically. “Pray tell, why would I want to do that?”
“Well, for starters, you are my wife. And to be honest, I have missed your company.”
Despite wanting to give a curt reply, you felt the eyes of Governess Yasmine and your Attendants. Thus, you did not wish to be impolite or give any sings of discord. Especially since you were in the middle of the courtyard.
Thus, you took Alfred’s arm, though rather begrudgingly.
And being a perceptive young man, he sensed the hostility. So once the two of you were near the area workers were constructing a new fountain, he looked at you.
“Y/N, I have been wrestling with my thoughts.”
“And what does that have to do with me?”
“Everything.” Alfred replied, taking both your hands in his. “Because I have been wrestling with my conscience. And it’s clear that I treated you terribly the last time we were together.”
Understandably, you wanted to scoff. After all, your husband had not only insulted you, but blamed you for Edywn’s abduction. However, you had spoken to Governess Yasmine at length during first meal. And despite everything you divulged, she asked that you be kind to the Prince.
Because according to the older woman, people were often irrational when in grief.
“Alfie, if you are sincere, than let us not belabor the conversation.” You said. “Let us focus on Edwyn and his safe return.”
“But……..I have not give you a proper apology.”
“I do not require one. Or do you not remember what you said about maturity?”
Naturally, the Prince thought you were going to pout or something of the sort. Mostly because it was common to you by habit. But he was surprised that your facial expression had not changed. In fact, you seemed a little too serene.
“Would it be alright for us to dine alone this evening?” Alfred asked. “Just you, myself and Gyda?”
“I see no issue with that.”
Pleased that he would have finally have quality time without Judith’s constant nagging, Alfred smiled. He then added that he had a surprise for you. And though it had been intended for your seventeenth Name-Day, he wished to gift it sooner.
“Alfie, do you think this is the time for such things?” You asked. “Especially with Edwyn-----”
“We shall rescue our son, that much I believe. God will see to that. But I want us to solidify our union, regardless of how new it is.”
You nodded, knowing that all your movments were being scrutinized. Not only by the leaders of your Armies, but by King Garrat’s Court. And since gossip always traveled fast, you meant to put on a strong public face.
Thus, you leaned in and kissed Alfred upon his cheek; a gesture much appreciated by the Prince.
“Come, husband.” You said, taking his arm again. “We have a traitor to make example of.”
As you and your loved ones observed the crowds from the elevated stage, you were confused. Because of the two men that were being led to the pyres, there was one unfamiliar to you.
“Who is that man dark-haired prisoner?” You asked of King Garrat.
“That’s Wentworth, the wagon driver for Court Attendants. We discovered that he took bribes from your Handmaiden for unsanctioned excursions. And had he not done so; she wouldn’t have been meeting her fellow conspirators. In fact, he should have reported her behavior.”
“So, you intend to execute him?”
“Of course, Y/N.” King Garrat replied with a firm nod. “Along with three Scullery Maids. They also took bribes instead of reporting Delilah’s odd movments. And personally, I tire of untrustworthy servants.”
“That makes two of us, your Majesty.” You replied before glancing at Queen Giselle who appeared more anxious than normal. “How are your children coping? I know Maddock and Aneurin are old enough to understand what transpired. But Bevany and Vanesha are still tots.”
Though he tried to appear unconcerned, the King acknowledged that they were indeed shaken. And even ten-year old Maddock swore to kill those who took the baby. But other than that, they were coping well, knowing their father would set things right.
“It is always one thing or another when one is a sovereign. With everyone eager to test your mettle.” King Garrat added. “But this is why we must remain resilient and prove where power resides.”
He then looked in the direction of the pyres.
And it was at this exact moment the three Scullery Maids were being led to join the prisoner Ragnar captured and the wagon driver. Indeed, they all appeared terrified. But you felt absolutely no mercy towards any of them.
After all, they did not hesitate when colluding with one another.
“Y/N, are you sure you wish to be here?” Alfred asked as you took your seat between him and Ivar. “It may be too much for your senses.”
At first, you wanted to roll your eyes.
However, you quickly realized why your husband had asked such a question. For when you glanced to your left, you saw Delilah being dragged through the crowd. A crowd that chanted every curse for her wickedness.
“Alfie, I have endured enough slights. Thus, watching traitors die will do little to turn my stomach.” You replied as he set a hand upon your own. “In fact, it will please me.”
Despite his journey not resulting in a truce, Sir Ronan was pleased to have men you.
Because you not only proved yourself an educated Princess, you lived up to the praise whispered amongst the Nobility. And even better, you had even allowed him and his party safe passage. Something Dorian would not have done had he been in your place.
Thus, in a way, you had gained respect amongst the enemy.
However, Sir Ronan was angered by one thing upon his return to the enchantments. That being the presence of baby Edwyn. In fact, the young Commander was utterly enraged that such a deed had occurred in his absence.
For he had never been aware of the plot. And apparently, neither Boris nor Spider felt the need to divulge it.
“Do you know what you have done?” Sir Ronan practically shouted as everyone looked on in the War Room. “You not only seized a child but did so without my authorization. And the worst part is that you acted whilst I was engaged in diplomacy with Princess Y/N. Do you not think she will assume that the parlays were a trick?”
“Perhaps. But it was the best time to take action.” Boris replied.
“I do not know what the people of Ruthenia are like. But we Aruyans are not fond of ripping babes from their mothers. So, take care with your smug replies.”
“Hmm, perhaps I mock you for a reason.” Boris countered, his keen eyes remaining on Sir Ronan’s own. “After all, it was YOUR King that employed me.”
“I don’t care what you were ordered to do! I hold to my vows irrespective of how others bend them! And as for King Dorian, he is a…………………”
Sir Ronan’s voice instantly went silent as he got hold of himself. Indeed, if he did not take care, he was sure to say treasonous things.
But inwardly, the young man was fed up.
And that frustration had been growing for some time. Especially when it came to your Aunt and Uncle. In fact, the only person Sir Ronan felt honored in serving was Queen Valentina; and she was a foreigner.
“King Dorian directed the entire plot.” Spider suddenly interjected. “So, if you take issue, it is with him. But since his ships have arrived, you can now voice your complaints directly.”
Had it not been for the presence of his subordinates, Sir Ronan would have beaten the Lord. Because ever since he was made Head Spy Maester, he was rather arrogant. But there was other trouble. For Sir Mansfeld was feeling quite unappreciated for his efforts.
After all, he had been the one to “captured” Lancille. Yet, he received no promotion nor Royal accolades. Thus, he was a bitter young man and growing bitter with each passing day.
“What of my cousin, Lancille?” Sir Mansfeld asked, garnering a sigh from his father. Indeed, Lord Grimley had advised him already. But if he wished to be difficult, it was his decision to make. “Why not use him as a bartering tool or be done with his presence?”
“Sit down before I reduce your rank!” Sir Ronan ordered, his harsh gaze falling upon Sir Mansfeld. “You speak out of turn and forget that there are men of higher station present! And lastly, Sir Lancille is not your personal detainee! Thus, I shall decide what shall decide his fate!”
Suddenly, everyone present rose to their feet. Because without formal announcement, Dorian had entered the War Room. And despite his long journey upon the waters, he looked quite ecstatic.
“Please, you may take your seats.” He announced, clasping his hands almost merrily. “I do not intend to stay for long for my bath awaits. However, I wanted to congratulate you all on the progress made since my departure.”
Your cousin then set a hand upon Sir Ronan’s shoulder. And after thanking him for maintaining order at the encampments, he announced that they now had two special prisoners.
“Princess Y/N may have numbers, but we have closed that gap with Sellswords.” Dorian continued as he looked around the War Room. “But with her son and favored Knight within our grasp, we might not need any of them. Because she will lay down her cause for their sake; of that, I am certain.”
“And what has given you proof to say so, your Majesty?” One Knight Paladin asked. And since he was older than anyone present, he did not fear the King. “The Princess is much like her ancestors-------”
“Much like OUR ancestors!” Dorian interrupted angrily. “Perhaps your age has caused your mind to go soft. But you forget that I too am a direct descendant of King Haimrich IV.”
With a chuckle, the older Knight nodded. However, he quickly reminded your cousin that he was also the son of a bastard. One that was never recognized by King Galeren the Wise. Thus, whichever way he spun his tale, he was no true descendent.
Obviously, the declaration caused the entire War Room to fall eerily silent. For it had been centuries since a Knight spoke to a King in such a way. However, it appeared that the man was not done.
“You are rather peculiar, King Dorian.” The Knight said before finishing his ale. “When I was your age, I swore the same oath as my forefathers. But had I known keeping it meant a war of cowardice, I would have hung beside my friends.”
“How dare you! I ought to---------”
“Take heart, I am nearly finished, your Majesty. In more ways than one.” The older man continued before running a hand over his silvery locks. “As I said, Princess Y/N is like her ancestors. So, make no mistake, it is impossible to break her will. And in the end, you will lose.”
Having heard enough of the mutiny, Dorian ordered that he be seized. Mostly because your cousin was rather thin-skinned and knew there was truth to what the Knight said. So, to everyone’s dismay, he declared the Knight a traitor and enemy to the ruling family.
“Thus, you shall be taken from this place and beheaded.” Dorian concluded as the Royal Guards began dragging the older man away. “Fare thee well, Sir Jarvis Blackmont.”
But the Knight did not beg for his life nor mercy. Instead, he chuckled, informing the King that he would go with God. For he knew that Dorian and his family would soon join him.
“Your Majesty, with all due respect.” Sir Mansfeld said cautiously. Indeed, he was devious in his own right. But even he knew that your cousin was going too far. “You cannot simply execute a man from House Blackmont. It is the oldest and loyal of-------"
“Would you care to join him, Mansfeld? Because you have been wearing my nerves for months now. Everywhere I turn you are scheming for promotion. But unlike your father, Lord Grimley, you hardly deserve it.”
Obviously being spoken to rudely was embarrassing for any Knight. However, there was nothing Sir Mansfeld could do. So instead of risking his life further, he simply took to his seat again.
But with the War Room still deathly quiet, Dorian suddenly announced his plan to transport the prisoners to Arundel. In that way, they would be out of the reach of any rescue parties.
“After all, we must guarantee that Princess Y/N’s armies lays down the sword.” He concluded.
“You never mentioned this.” Boris said, approaching Dorian rather boldly. “You only said that there would be an even exchange. Her imprisonment, for the freedom of her children.”
With slight rudeness your cousin informed the Mercenary that he had done well.
“And for that reason, you will be paid the remainder of your coin and perk this evening.”
However, Dorian also added that Boris had no right to further information. Especially since the contract was now fulfilled.
“And until you depart from Edom, you need not attend our conferences anymore.” Your cousin concluded. He then glanced around the War Room as he clasped his hands together. “Now if you will all excuse me; I must have my much-needed bath.”
Indeed, your cousin was quite a brash young man.
Because ordering the death of a warrior such as Sir Blackmont was bad enough. But he also stoked the tempers of Sir Ronan, Boris, and several others during the meeting.
Something that was likely to produce terrible consequences.
Ivar was sat in a chair, his gaze upon the embers of the fireplace.
It had been days, and his scouting party should hopefully return with news of Edywn’s exact location. And once that was known, efforts for a rescue could begin. But your brother had other problems. Because as predicted, Kadlin did not wish to remain married if he did not love her.
And yes, they debated staying together for Arngrim’s sake. For Ivar adored the boy and wished to guide him into manhood. However, a marriage built upon lies and tolerance was no marriage.
“Ivy, why did you move to this part of the castle?” You asked, entering the small room nearest his bedchamber. “It seems so isolated.”
You then dropped your heavy robe to the floor; revealing a most seductive nightdress. One so sheer, your brother could make out your curves and recently acquired breasts.
“I thought……….you would be with Alfred.” Ivar sputtered; his eyes unable to leave your form.
“That is impossible at the moment. He is too beside himself to do anything but pray and oversee his scouting parties. And to be honest, I cannot blame him.”
“Then……..do you want to talk?”
“No, Ivy.” You replied, approaching with such focus, it actually intimidated your brother. “I am here for something quite specific.”
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Chapter 7 Warnings: Angst, Deception, Implied Incest and Intrigue
Word Count: 8,737
Setting: Viking Era
Genre: Romance/Drama/Epic
Pairing: Ragnarssons x Reader, Alfred x Reader, Aethelred x Reader (No details because it would spoil the story)
Read Season 1: Here
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Chapter 7 Warnings: Angst, Deception, Sex, Incest and Intrigue
Word Count: 11,053
Setting: Viking Era
Genre: Romance/Drama/Epic
Pairing: Ragnarssons x Reader, Alfred x Reader, Aethelred x Reader (No details because it would spoil the story)
Read Season 1: Here
Read Season 2: Here
