❄ notodin | ❛ eivor ❜
she thought as much. seldom are young women left to their own devices, especially ones of noble birth. eivor may not have been born a noble, but she was raised by a king after her parents died. educated well. she was the one who grew too wild for her adoptive father to control, and thus — was never married off as her brother’s wife, randvi, was, for surely she would sooner slit a man’s throat than be his obedient wife.
🙶 oh, i have loved. 🙷 eivor laughs loud enough to turn heads. a great, amused cackle. the norse woman clearly means sex, but … as for actual love? she loves none other than the wife of her brother ( their union was necessary for peace between the raven clan and randvi’s, but loveless in general. she and eivor’s brother behave more like kin than spouses ).
🙶 but, aye. i have been in love, too. the gods do not will it for us to be together quite yet, but soon it will be our time … i know it so. i have seen it in my dreams. so i patiently wait, and until then i roam england and kill whoever gets in my way or threatens my people. that is why i am here, you see. to find if these people are fated to be my friends, or my foes. i welcome either. 🙷
sansa doesn’t understand what is laughable about LOVE, but she keeps the thought to herself. quickly she is distracted by eivor’s next word. her expression brightens, joy jumping into blue eyes. s t o r i e s of love have always enchanted her. she’d spent hours in winterfell’s library and later the palace’s library here in england reading about the GREAT LOVE STORIES of both literature and history. however, a cloud passes over sansa’s face the more eivor spoke of her situation.
❝ i’m so sorry you are being kept apart. ❞ why must sorrow plague something as good and pure as love? it hardly seems fair. ❝ but if you foresee a happy ending in your dreams then i’m certain it shall come TRUE. especially if your love is true. ❞ true love always overcomes. it’s why she believes, partially because she must believe it, that joffrey will soon RETURN to how he was. the a n g e r over her father’s betrayal will pass. sansa’s brow furrows. ❝ surely you don’t truly want to make enemies? that would mean they think poorly of, perhaps even hate, you rather than think highly of you. ❞









