White Lies II
Matters of the Heart: After taking your little sister for a second wife, Ivar believes he has solved his problems. But when King Alfred arrives in Kattegat, the Gods decide to stir the waters.
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Betrayal
Part I here
Part III here
Part IV here
Part V here
Part VI here
Finale here
Deleted Scene here
White Lies AU - Bitter Fruits here
The next few days were difficult at best.
As Eiriana was being settled into the estate, you were being neglected. Ivar gave his Coin Master instruction to let her spend to her hearts content. Naturally, this meant a steady stream of servants and merchants moving about the place.
Still, despite your sister being busy with her shopping, your so-called husband hardly found time to be around you. And you knew it was intentional. He knew very well that you had a great deal to say about his actions and even more questions.
However, when you ran across each other other, he always waved you off.
Stating that he had much to work on his hands.
This was an amusing lie. Because when he did manage to free himself from his Kingly duties, he always sent for Eiriana, not you. Even at evening meals; with each of you seated beside him; he hardly gazed in your direction. Sure he would fill you in on the happenings of Kattegat, but he never said anything of substance.
Ivar may have told you that you were still his first wife, despite taking a new bride. But it was clear for all to see that the writing was on the wall.
Eiriana was the apple of his eye and there was no point in denying it.
“Ivar.” You said, tempering your words since there were guests at the table. As you pushed rice about on your plate, you paused before looking at him. “If, it’s possible, may I please speak with you about something?”
“What?” He replied flatly, his eyes never leaving his food.
As he chewed, Eiriana glanced at him and then you. However, she said nothing. Perhaps picking up on Ivar’s body language and changed expression.
“I would like to ask it in private. The table is no place for us to talk, is it?”
Glaring at you, he popped a piece of roasted goat into his mouth.
In spite of his attempts to not look at you directly, you could see it. The guilt and the anger in his eyes.
Which emotion was stronger, was unclear.
However, you knew that you also had many emotions bottled up . Emotions that would require you to get away from the estate sooner than later. It was difficult being restricted to a home you now felt was not your own.
Sure, it was a massive estate, yet you now felt like a visitor.
The Thralls and other servants were constantly fawning over Eiriana. Treating her like a fragile egg despite all her tantrums and demands to be left alone.
As for you, it had become necessary to remind Thralls to even draw your bath. It was as if you had suddenly become invisible.
“Whatever it is you wish to say to me, Y/N, just say it.” Ivar insisted, his tense expression catching the attention of King Harald. Your husband’s dear friend continued eating as he watched the two of you. “I grow tired of your constant pestering. If you truly want to talk, make it now or keep it to yourself.”
You stared blankly at him a moment before shifting in your seat. Thankfully his tone hadn’t raised enough to draw anyone’s attention.
“I wish to spend time volunteering at the orphanages.” You began. “Perhaps I can even help collect herbs for the Seer, if he is need of such help.”
Ivar scoffed, before taking a sip of mead. Then finally looking in your direction, he raised a brow.
“For what?” He asked as if you had asked for the silliest thing in the world. “Do you see any other Queens scrounging about like commoners?”
“It’s not really as bad as you make it sound. I would be helping the less fortunate. Something Queens and Princesses are expected to do.”
“Oh? And what would you know of royal expectations? You were a farm-girl!”
“Don’t yell at my sister.”
You were stunned.
Eiriana had leaned over after hearing some of your conversation. Though his eyes cut to her, Ivar didn’t reprimand your sister. Instead, he simply looked back at you and said he would not allow such foolishness.
“If I may add my portion...” King Harald interrupted. He was seated quite close to your side so he had overheard all. Being a diplomatic man, he had chosen to intervene. “I think it’s honorable for Queen Y/N to serve the people. Think of how it will make you look in the eyes of the common man.”
Ivar mulled over his friends words - not really wanting to allow you any free reign. That wasn’t his only reason for the hesitation. He didn’t want people to think he no longer cared for you just because he had taken a second wife.
“Tell me, would you allow Astrid to do such things?”
“She does it already.” Harald replied with a hearty laugh. “She is esteemed as the Guardian Mother of the poor, widowed and orphaned. The people of our Kingdom adore her.”
In spite of his apprehensions, Ivar respected the his friend’s advise very much.
So with a nod, he gave his permission for you to do your work about Kattegat. Asking only that you stay away from tending to the sick for at least a year.
“I do not wish for any illness to enter this home and befall my son.” Ivar added. “Is that clear?”
“Yes, my King.”
With that finally out the way, you felt somewhat better. It was almost as if you could breathe again.
After mealtime, Ivar exited the Great Hall with you sister at his side. As you held your skirts to cross the courtyard, he eyed you before calling your name.
“Yes, my King?” You managed to say despite your heart breaking at the sight of them.
“I will come to your chamber tomorrow night.” He said in a strange manner, almost as if he was asking.
After that, there was an awkward silence between you.
Wanting to get some rest, you eventually cleared you throat and stated you would see him then. But just as you were about to take your leave, King Harald approached.
“Y/N, my dear, off to bed already?” He asked after noticing Ivar holding your sister’s hand. “The night is still young and I’m full of tales.”
“I know. But I haven’t been feeling myself lately. Perhaps I can be of better company tomorrow.”
“Wonderful.” Harald replied. “It should be quite the day. Especially since we are also welcoming King Alfred’s ships.”
You were surprised.
Typically you knew of the impending visits from important guests. But not this time.
“I forgot to tell you of the letter that arrived some time back.” Ivar interjected. “He is coming as part of our newfound treaty. We shall also visit Wessex in return, as a show of friendship.”
“Oh, that’s exciting.” Eiriana said with a gleeful smile. “I cannot wait to meet him and his wife.”
With a chuckle, Harald informed her that the young King was quite unmarried. Adding that he was also known to be very religious and immune to sins of the flesh.
“Oh, how strange.” She exclaimed. “Now, I really can’t wait to meet him.”
Ivar smiled at her before bidding you and King Harald a good evening. Unexpectedly, Eiriana embraced you the best she could with her large belly being in the way.
As they departed, you watched as she began talking Ivar’s head off about something or another. Whatever it was, he seemed entertained, giving her his undivided attention.
Turning to look at you, King Harald suddenly asked how you were faring.
“I.........I am well, thank you.”
“I do not mean, in health.” He said, correcting your assumption. “How are you coping with this situation?”
Your heart fluttered and you felt the sting of tears that now threatened to fall.
Fortunately, you managed to keep a brave face. Though you admitted being stunned at the revelation, you added that you were content knowing that Ivar would finally have what he wanted.
“It is good to have children, if one is so inclined.” Harald said with a twinkle in his eye. “But it is the Gods who choose the time. You are a good woman, Y/N/, that I know more than anything. Take heart, the they may still bless you yet.”
You nearly burst into tears.
His words were exactly what you needed to hear in that moment. Someone, saying something of comfort when you were at your lowest point emotionally.
After kissing the back of your hand, King Harald bid you a good evening.
The following day, you still didn’t feel too well.
Possibly due to all the stress of the week. From being in a new chamber to not eating properly, you were not having a great time. Still, you had to get up and start the day.
Not only did you have things to attend to for the estate, but royal guests were arriving.
As you waited for your bath to be drawn, you began hearing muffled sounds emanating from your former marital chamber. It wasn’t as if you had to strain to hear anything- after all it was just next door.
Apparently, Ivar had chosen to pass on his morning meetings to engage in activities with your sister. Eiriana moans were not too loud since the walls were quite thick.
However, it was audible enough for anyone to know they were having sexual relations.
Even the Thralls that were waiting to help you with your bath couldn’t help eyeing each other before staring at the floor.
It was simply humiliating.
Naturally, you understood the tradition of sister-wives. But it was not done in the manner in which Ivar had gone about it.
“Come, let us go to the bathing room.” You commanded the Thralls.
Despite the women stating that the water was likely not ready, you informed them that you didn’t care. Truthfully, you preferred to wait there than your bedchamber.
And it was a good decision too.
If you had to listen to Ivar making love to Eiriana a moment longer, you would have likely murdered everyone in the estate.
“Do my eyes deceive me?” King Harald exclaimed with a huge smile as he approached. “Someone decided to take my words to heart. Look at how beautiful you looks today. A vision.”
You couldn’t help giving him a shy smile, feeling encouraged by his compliment.
Though you had been somewhat neglecting your appearance since Ivar’s revelation, you had decided to get back to your old self. He could dote on Eiriana all he wanted, but it didn’t mean you had to walk around looking dejected.
“Do you think I overdid it?” You asked as Harald walked around you, taking in your entire outfit. “To greet the Christian King, I mean?”
“Not all.” He replied as he continued inspecting your deep purple gown and silver jewelry. “Trust me. One thing these foreign royals like is show of wealth and beauty. And you look ever the part, if I may be so bold.”
You let out a giggle, surprising yourself.
It was a genuine show of your mood getting somewhat better. Thanking King Harald, you took the arm he had extended. To your annoyance, he informed you that Ivar and Eiriana had already departed for the docks.
However, he would be honored to escort you.
“I am the one who is honored.” You replied. “Shall we?”
At the docks, you fixed your furs while King Harald waited patiently by your side. The covered wagon pulled off to await your return as you finally gazed at the massive crowd.
“It seems as if all the important people in the Kingdom are here.” You commented as you adjusted your skirts.
“That, they are. King Alfred is a very, very important man.”
With that, the two of you made your way to where your husband was awaiting his guest.
Once you reached where Ivar was standing with Eiriana, he glanced at you. His gaze faltering somewhat as he took note of how you were dressed. Though he never made mention of it, he too noticed that you had neglected your appearance. However, it seemed that you were now in a better frame of mind.
“You look very beautiful today, Y/N.” Ivar said almost in a whisper.
You gave him nod before looking away - refusing to hear any more of his empty words.
Despite this reaction, he reached over and pulled you closer to his side.
“Stand here beside me.” He said. “You are my first wife after all.
“Sister.” Eiriana practically sang. “You look very lovely as always. Who braided your hair?”
You wanted to tell her to leave you alone, but instead, you took a deep breath.
After telling her that a new Thrall named Sophia had done it, your sister asked if she too could use the woman. Shrugging, you stated that it was fine, after all she was Ivar’s wife as well.
His blue eyes instantly went to your face, almost as if you had insulted him.
Straightening his posture, Ivar instead chose to remain quiet and gaze over the ocean.
As you looked out as well, you saw that seven ships had already docked. Men busied about the row boats that were being boarded, preparing to bring them ashore.
“What do you think, Queen Y/N?” Harald asked as he stood to your other side. “Give me guesses of how you expect King Alfred to be.”
“Oh, a game?”
“Aye, something to pass the time until he shows.”
You smirked.
If anyone knew how to make you forget your troubles, it was the King Harald and his wife. Oh, how you missed Astrid. Now that Ivar was preoccupied with Eiriana, perhaps he would actually allow you to pay her a visit.
“I think he will be tall.” You began. “Also, he will likely have brown or raven locks since I hear that is common amongst his people.”
“Go on” Harald encouraged, smirking at the guesses you had made thus far.
You pondered, but then suddenly added that King Alfred would likely be pale.
One thing you knew was that Christians liked keeping their sicklers indoors. Which of course, was odd since fresh air was best for people with weak constitutions.
But they were a very strange people with even stranger beliefs.
“That I can attest to be true about his complexion.” Harald said with a hearty laugh. “Are you cheating me, Y/N?”
“I cannot lie.” You confessed with a satisfied grin. “I have heard it said that he was a bit............fragile of health.”
“I see. A little bird told you. In that case, no points for that one.”
You rolled your eyes but went back to thinking again.
As you and Harald busied yourself with your little game, Ivar was trying his best to keep Eiriana happy. Though she had both arms locked around his free one, she didn’t look pleased.
Your sister looked like an expensively dressed doll - wearing the same colors as Ivar had donned. Dark blue with black and silver embroidery and embellishments. Still, she was moody.
“How much longer must we stand here?” You heard her whine, distracting you from your game momentarily. “My feet are starting to hurt.”
“It won’t be long.” Ivar replied. “The boats are nearly at shore. See?”
“You said that an hour ago.” She replied, barely allowing him to finish his sentence. “Besides, I hate standing in the sun. It’s not good for the baby.”
Ivar’s jaw tensed.
It was protocol that wives be present to welcome guests. However, Eiriana was very heavy with child. Thus, he couldn’t expect her to stand around like any other woman would.
Motioning to some of his men, Ivar instructed that she be escorted back to the estate for rest. King Harald nearly scoffed aloud, however, he managed to contain himself.
Instead, he just shot you a look with his expressive eyes.
“That is only the start.” He whispered as the two of you watched your sister leave with an entourage to rival any great King.
You almost wanted to laugh at her expense. It seemed Eiriana now realized that being a royal was more than just pretty dresses and eating sweets in bed.
“Y/N, come closer, he is approaching.” Ivar said, his eyes fixated ahead of him.
Doing as he asked, you inched to his side.
However you made certain to clasp your hands before you in order not to touch him. Looking in the same direction as your husband,you finally saw him. A young man with looks that could rival Ivars any day.
Despite all you had had believed, King Alfred was striking.
From his long dark locks, to his fine features and full lips, he was a sight to behold. Despite his lean frame, he was actually imposing in the manner in which he carried himself.
His intense eyes scanned everything as he walked over.
Suddenly, Alfred’s gaze fell on you. He stared briefly, perhaps due to the rich color of your dress. But oddly enough, he did not smile nor did he make any other expression as finally took his place before your party.
“King Alfred, the sea has been kind and brought you safely.” Ivar said with a loud voice. “Welcome to Kattegat. We are very pleased to welcome you to our lands.”
As the two men shook hands, the applause and cheers rang out, signaling a successful docking of an honored guest. Again, the young King looked at you which inspired Ivar to make the formal introductions.
“This is my wife, Y/N.” He said as Alfred took your hand in his. “We were wed not long after I saw you at the meetings in Mercia.”
You expected a weak grasp. However, the young King’s appearance was misleading. After kissing you hand, he gave you a reserved smile.
“It is very nice to meet you, your Majesty.” You said, trying to say it just as you had rehearsed. “I hope that your time here will be much to your liking.”
“Indeed.” He replied, finally allowing you to hear his voice.
Turning to King Harald, Alfred and his advisors continued with the formalities.
In the evening; after everyone had rested properly; the welcome feast began.
As you were having your hair re-braided into a different style, Ivar burst into the chamber. He entered so abruptly, he nearly scared the Thralls half to death.
“Y/N, you must open the feast with me.” He said, his brow drawn in frustration.
“I’m confused.” You began, looking at him with an unreadable expression. “What of Eiriana? Are you not the one who said you had to walk with her always? Something about her condition requiring your attention.”
His jaw tensed before taking a seat nearby. Looking at you, he shook his head.
“She............refuses to come out of the chamber. Though she is dressed, she keeps saying that her clothes aren’t fitting properly.”
You looked away, not wanting to show your anger. Did he really expect sympathy or something of the sort?
“Well, that is to be expected of women who are with child. Her body has changed significantly I imagine. You must go and convince her to attend the feast.”
“No!” Ivar replied firmly. “I am a King not an errand boy! If Eiriana wishes to sulk, I shall let her. I will escort you into the Hall as usual.”
“Thank you, my King. I will do my best to please until my sister is ready to retake her position.”
His eyes met yours.
You could tell Ivar wanted to say something vindictive. However, he stopped himself.
Most likely because King Alfred was under your roof. So instead of being cruel in word, he rose to his feet. Making his way to where you were sat, Ivar drew close until the Thralls stepped aside.
“You are angry, Y/N. That I know.” He said, his rough hand caressing your cheek. “But my love for you has not changed. So please, let us stop this unnecessary war.”
You stood before you even realized it. Staring Ivar down despite being quite shorter, you were practically boiling with rage.
It was too much.
He had avoided the conversation for nearly two weeks, now had the gall to ask for the entire thing to be swept away. Without you even getting so much as an explanation?
No! You were not going to take it anymore.
“I am your wife!” You said, poking him in his chest. “You have embarrassed me in front of everyone we know. Not that I would ever stop you from taking a second wife.........that was always a thought in the back of my mind. But to entice my own sister?”
“Y/N, this is not the time.”
“No, it is the perfect time, Ivar. Or should I wait until you seed Eiriana again?” You asked as your temper got the best of you. “You hid this from me all while I was going through mourning from losing my third baby. While I was beside myself with grief, she was already with child! My own little sister!”
You tried to slap him, however, his reflexes were keen. Grabbing hold of your wrist, he kept his eyes on yours.
“Y/N, stop it!” He said almost too calmly. “If you keep exploding with fits of this nature, I will have the Healers provide herbs to sedate you.”
“Have them do whatever you wish! I will not keep silent about what you have done to me! I will say it no matter how you much you hate hearing of your actions. It is your shame Ivar, not mine!”
“My shame?” He scoffed. “Y/N, you cannot hold a child in your womb. Yet, you speak of shame?”
You winced at his insult.
Trying to wriggle free, you asked that he leave you alone. But Ivar persisted, keeping his grasp firm.
“Tell me? How many children was I supposed to watch the midwives bundles into tiny parcels to be buried? Four, seven...ten.......”
You shouted for him to stop with the counting, but he continued. After getting to two hundred, Ivar looked down at you with disdain.
“It would have been endless.” He said. “That is what the Volva in the woods told me. Yes, I went to seek the truth behind our problem.”
“You went to a witch to speak about me?” You asked, your eyes wide with shock.
“I did. And you know what she said? Hmmm? She told me that you can never birth anything! Not for me or any other man for that matter. You have been made barren by the Gods.”
Finally managing to wriggle free, your heart raced from his revelation.
How could Ivar constantly keep things from you? Taking a seat, you looked at the floor, unable to look at the Thralls or him again.
He exhaled loudly, wishing he had not divulged the Volva’s prophecy the way he had. Unfortunately, there was no way to take back words once they were uttered.
And since the damage was already done, Ivar hardening his heart.
Though he wanted to apologize, he had other matters to think of. Gazing at you, he asked that you hurry with the hair preparations.
“We must make our entrance before the feast can start.” Ivar added. “I do not wish to keep King Alfred waiting on his first night.”
As you sat beside Ivar in your lavish blue gown and gold jewelry, you kept your eyes on the performers.
All you wanted was for him to let go of your hand. However, he was likely trying to show everyone in attendance that things were fine between you. Despite all your issues with keeping a child in your womb, most of the people liked you a great deal.
After all, you were a Queen who rose from amongst their ranks.
Still, it didn’t mean that their affections wouldn’t soon fall to Eiriana. Peasants were simple minded. As long as the King told them who to love, they would oblige.
In fact, your sister already had many women in Kattegat treating her like a fertility Oracle.
Whenever they were in town, people would ask Ivar’s permission to rub her belly in hopes of conceiving. Naturally, he refused these requests. But he did permit the ones that came from the wealthiest of Kattegat’s citizens.
“They can build their cozy life, but I refuse to be part of it.” You thought to yourself as you sipped wine.
“Tell me, Queen Y/N..” King Alfred suddenly said as his intense gaze met yours. “Do you also play chess like your husband?”
“Actually, your Majesty, I do. He taught me.”
“That is good to hear. When I am in need of a challenger, I shall ask for you.”
You smiled, liking the gentleness of his demeanor and tone.
But the one thing you could not shake was his eyes. There was something in them that said there were allot of secrets. Much like Ivar, there were stories buried in Alfred’s blue pools.
Hopefully, you would hear some of if a friendship every blossomed.
As you were regaling Alfred and Harald about the things you had heard about North Umbria, the attendees on the floor level of the Great Hall began parting.
As you watched, none other than your sister made her grand entrance.
She was quite the vision of radiant beauty in her gold gown and adornments. Yet, you could feel Ivar become tense at the sight of her.
“Who is that woman?” King Alfred asked, his attention leaving Eiriana and falling on you.
“That.....................that is my sister.” You said nearly choking on the words. “And, Ivar’s other wife.”
His eyes nearly doubled in size.
Alfred looked in her direction again, his jaw open from shock.
“I see.” He managed to say.
Despite his calm response, the thought of such a thing quite foreign to his mind. Before you could change the subject, Eiriana made her way to the head table, forcing an Earl to depart from the seat on Ivar’s other side.
As she carefully took her seat, he glanced at King Alfred.
“My apologies, but I must make a late introduction. This is Eiriana , my second wife.
“I must apologize for not greeting you at the docks but I wasn’t feeling too well. But rest assured, it is a pleasure to finally meet you.” She said with an eager smile. Though you hated to admit it, your sister had a childlike charm that put everyone at ease. Even when she was being irritating. “So, tell me, King Alfred, how was your journey?”
Ivar actually looked proud as he listened to the conversation.
He had expected some type of tantrum, but it appeared Eiriana was going to behave for the moment. As she chatted with King Alfred, you sat there looking straight ahead.
Before long, she had engaged nearly half the table in her talk of wanting to see Mercia and North Umbria. She kept making sure to keep King Harald in the mix as well.
Indeed your sister was being the life of the festivities.
It was clear. She had not only taken over your husband, but now, she meant to converse with anyone who found interest in you.
“Pardon me a moment.” You whispered to Ivar as you hastened to your feet.
Too distracted by his food, he nodded as you left the head table and walked down the small steps.
Were you ever glad to be a Queen.
Feeling quite lightheaded, you were relieved that everyone cleared a path as you made your way through the Great Hall. And thank the Gods too. You couldn’t have held it in any longer.
As soon as you had exited the double doors and walked a few feet, you began retching behind some bushes. Every last bit of food you had consumed that day vacated your body until nothing but bile remained.
With shaky legs and a convulsing stomach, you made your way to a bench in the courtyard.
“Please......” You prayed. “I cannot go through this and fall sick on top of it all.”
Later that evening; after all the festivities had concluded; Ivar entered your chamber.
You had not gone back to the Great Hall after vomiting. Instead, you sent word through a Thrall that you were unwell and retired to your bed. Sitting down beside you, he gazed at your sleeping form. Typically, he was so sure of what to say.
But now, he could only debate whether to wake you or not.
Finally, as he was about to shake you awake, the door to the chamber opened. In sashayed none other than Eiriana.
“Is she feeling better?” She asked, fiddling with her silk nightdress.
“What are you doing in here?” Ivar asked with the meanest tone he had ever used with her. “I told you already. Tonight is Y/N’s night.”
Eiriana looked at the floor, almost as if she was apologetic. However her words were anything but.
“But she is asleep already.” She protested. “Besides, you told me yourself that she is not feeling well. Why can’t you wait until she is better?”
“Because, I have deemed tonight her night!” He snapped. “Now do as I have asked. Get some rest and I will see you tomorrow.”
Your sister was utterly beside herself.
Never had Ivar refused her anything. From the moment he paid for her rites, he had given in to her every whim. But now, he refused something as simple as to sleep beside her?
“I will go!” She replied with a venomous bite. “And you know what? I don’t care if you ever return to our bed”
Ivar could only watch as she exited the chamber in a huff, practically slamming the door behind her. Sitting for a while in the dimness, he eventually shook you by the hip.
It took a while, but you stirred and sat up.
As your vision adjusted and you soon realized it was Ivar who had interrupted your slumber.
“What do you want?”
“Is that how you greet me now?” He asked. “I’m your husband, yet you act as if a prowler has entered your chamber.”
“Do not touch me!” You replied. “If that is why you are shirtless, then I am sorry to inform you I am unwell.”
Ivar’s nostrils flared, however, he didn’t reply with his usual bite.
Instead, he stated that he was aware of the fact. Adding that he had only come to watch over you.
“You are no Healer!”
“I know that!” He replied before running a hand over his braided hair. “At any rate, you said you had allot to say to me. So in the morning, I will listen.”
“No! I have nothing further to say about this situation. You said enough for both of us.”
After that, you laid down, turning your back to him.
Ever the stubborn one, Ivar slid into the bed beside you. Scooting so close that you could practically feel him breathing against your neck.
“I will not open my legs for you, Ivar!”
“Have I forced myself on top of you? No, I have not. So please, stop fighting with me.” He seethed, having enough of both you and Eiriana being at odds with him.
You closed your eyes, grateful that Ivar was not going to push the issue. However you did feel his arm fall over you as he positioned himself comfortably.
The next few days were strange.
Ivar became preoccupied with plans for an upcoming war against his Uncle Rollo. Since his brothers wanted their share of wealth, many letters kept arriving on a daily basis.
But even worse than war, was Eiriana.
Perhaps it was due to the Healers saying that she was only a month away from giving birth. Which of course was known to be the most uncomfortable of times for women.
Yet, it was something else. She behaved as if you had to coddle her just because Ivar was busy.
“Where are you going?” You heard her ask as you fixed the saddle on your horse.
Your father had taught all his daughters how to ride well. And since you were headed into town to give coin to the orphanages, you wanted to do it horseback.
“I’m going to visit the poor houses and orphanages.” You said without glancing in her direction. “Should you not be resting?”
Eiriana nodded but added that she was bored being alone in the chamber with no one to talk to. Rushing to your side, she grabbed hold of your arm tightly.
“Let me come along.” She begged, her eyes large in an attempt to garner sympathy. “I promise to help you with whatever your duties are. I can even cook.”
“No. Ivar would lose his temper and I do not wish to be chastised. You and I both know that he expects you to remain on the estate, and that is where you will remain.”
Your sister let go, angered that you would not help her find amusement.
Bit how did she expect you to take her along anyway? Even if you could do so, she was dressed as if she was attending a grand feast.
Truly, Eiriana loved fine clothes and jewelry and made sure to dress up every day. Even as Queen, you rarely wore your crown. But here she was with her golden one atop her head.
As she was going to beg you once more, you heard footsteps approach.
“Are you headed into town?” King Alfred asked, noting your steed.
“Why yes, your, Majesty.”
Clearing her throat, your sister eyed the handsome King, forcing him to take notice of her.
“Apologies.....Eiriana...” He said, confused at how to address her.
She may have been a second wife, but even Alfred knew your sister couldn’t share the same royal title.
After all, there was only one Queen.
“Are you going for a walk or something, King Alfred?” She asked, hoping to find something to do.
“Actually, I’m not.” He replied. “I wanted to take in Kattegat. And who better to show me and my escorts around than the Queen herself.”
Alfred looked at you, his blue eyes smiling but his face remaining stoic. More than delighted at the prospect of getting to know him better, you nodded.
“It would be my pleasure to give you a tour of my homeland.” You said with a smile.
Realizing that she was not going to be able to join, your sister frowned. She then bid you both a good afternoon before walking off toward the gardens.
“Are you scared, King Alfred?” You asked as the two of you reached the top of a meadow.
“Me?” He asked with an odd smirk. “I may be many things, Queen Y/N. But I most certainly am not afraid of a little challenge.”
“So, does that mean you will race me?”
He tried to hide his emerging smile but failed. Glancing at you, he asked what was on the line.
Thinking a moment, you remembered that his lands required a delegate from Kattegat. You may have not been the most politically savvy person, however, you knew the fine art of being diplomatic and gaining friends.
“Do you suppose that if I win......” You began as the King eyed you curiously. “it would be possible to request me as an Emissary? I know that it is rare for a woman to do so where you reside. However, it is common in our culture.”
Alfred seemed intrigued as he pondered your request, his eyes fixated over the ocean of flowers before you.
“I haven’t met many women like you.” He confessed still gazing over the meadow. “You work nearly as much as your servants and are capable of saddling your own steed. I would truly like to get to know more about you.”
“So, is that a yes?”
His finally gave you his attention, locking his eyes on yours. With a rare smile, he cocked his head slightly, his long hair blowing wildly in the wind
“Don’t you have to beat me first?” Alfred asked.
Without warning, he began riding for the treeline in the distance. He may have gotten a head-start, but as you kicked your steed into action, you knew you could overtake the King.
You spent the entire day with Alfred and his Advisors, tailed by guards from both kingdoms. Still, it was such a wonderful day, you nearly forgot all about your sister and Ivar.
The young King not only came along on your visits to the poor houses and orphanages, but he stood nearby as you read to the children. As you made your way home, he commented that he would start such things in his Wessex.
“There are some services, however, I hardly know how they are even operated.” He confessed as your convoy entered the gates of Ivar’s estate. “I truly couldn’t tell you if they are even of any use.”
“It is important to know such things, is it not?” You asked. “How else would you know how the poorest of your people is faring? Besides, my father always says that a nation is only as strong as it’s weakest members.”
Alfred smiled.
For the first time, he felt like he had met someone who could keep his interest. He knew many wise men but they could be a bore after a while. And most ladies of his court were dull and even dumber than the average peasant.
But you............you were different.
A Queen who didn’t have any airs and truly cared about her people. He knew he could learn allot from you and vice-versa.
“I cannot wait for you to come to Wessex.” He said as the two of you dismounted with the help of Thralls. “I think there is more to you than meets the eye.”
You couldn’t keep from smiling at his assertion. A foreign King actually found you interesting?
That was something to tell your siblings.
That evening, the Great Hall was not as lively as normal. Ivar had taken King Alfred, King Harald and some other dignitaries to an even at a wealthy Jarl’s estate.
Despite her condition, Eiriana was the one selected to accompany your husband. She had been ignoring Ivar ever since their argument in your chamber and thus, he was attempting to appease her.
As you sat eating with a few of the important guards and some of King Alfred’s clerics, your father entered. His eyes fell on you and instantly, you saw the regret.
“Apologies for coming uninvited, my Queen.” He began, however, you asked him to desist as you rose to your feet.
“Father, there is no need to stand there. Come.” You beckoned. Relief instantly washed over him as he made his way over and embrace you. “It is good to see you. How is mother?”
After stating that she and the rest of the family was fine, he asked to speak with you in private.
“Of course.”
After excusing yourself from you guests, you held your father’s arm as the two of you exited the Great Hall. Once outdoors, you walked to the gardens and sat down.
Almost immediately, his eyes began to water. With a trembling hand, he wiped the tears.
“I am sorry, Y/N.” He said, patting the back of your hand. “I don’t understand Eiriana at times. Perhaps all of this is my own doing. I spoiled her so much, I cannot advise her any longer.”
You sighed, knowing he was apologizing for what had occurred.
However, you didn’t feel it was his fault.
Ivar and your sister were adults. If they wanted to keep from hurting you, they very well could have. Resting your head against his shoulder, you took hold of your father's hand, studying the well worn palm.
“Father, it is no one’s doing but their own.” You began with a composed tone. “Ivar knew she was my little sister when he took her for a wife. Eiriana was also aware. I will not put their guilt on others.”
He nodded before asking how you had been faring.
Though you pretended to have accepted everything, your father knew better. He followed your words by stating that Ivar displeased the Gods.
“I don’t know, father. He tells me that he sought out a Volva that resides in the forest.”
“And?”
“The woman said.............she said that I am of no use to any man.” You swallowed hard before as you repeated the prophecy. “That I can never birth a child for any man, not just Ivar.”
Your father spat on the ground and cursed both Ivar and the Volva. Adding that he didn’t believe a word of it. With his arm around you, he went on to explain that not every prophecy was accurate.
They were only given to true Seers.
“Not every person that claims to have a gift is a genuine. That you must know.”
You agreed. However, you confessed that it didn’t really matter anymore. Ivar was finally getting his son and you feared things would only get worse.
“ Eiriana has already taking everything just being with child. Once the baby actually arrives, I will cease to exist.”
Your father shushed you. Promising that hope remained, even in the darkest of times.
“I know that the Gods always listen to my prayers. You will have children, that I believe.”
And it sounded wonderful.........his words.
But you felt the prophecy was true. So in spite of your inability to think beyond the Volva’s revelation, you allowed your father to think he had comforted you.
King Alfred’s three week visit practically flew by.
Whenever Ivar was busy with his war planning, the two of you spent a great deal of time playing chess and racing steeds. Through these activities, you got to know him rather well.
And it was a good thing too.
Despite your initial impression, Alfred was not as uptight or arrogant as you had thought. In fact, he was possessed a sarcastic whit that often left you laughing uncontrollably.
With his departure only a day off, the young King decided it was time to bring up the subject of Royal Emissaries. As he and Ivar sat in the courtyard after last meal, Alfred rested his elbows on the table.
“I must tell you, I am leaving with fond memories of this place. I may not understand all your ways, however......” He confessed. “You have hosted me well.”
“I’m very glad to hear that. It is a shame that my own visit will be delayed due to the birth of my son.”
Alfred raised a brow but kept listening.
“You see, Eiriana is due to deliver in a week or so. And as you know, I cannot leave her side so soon. Neither can she travel.” Ivar said as he leaned back in his seat.
Agreeing that family was of the upmost priority, Alfred stated that it actually made his request that more sensible.
“Regardless of reason, your inability to return the gesture would seem odd to many in my court.” He further explained. “However, what of Queen Y/N?”
Ivar’s gazed at the young King from the corner of his eyes.
He may have been preoccupied with your sister. However, the mere mention of your name by other men made his blood boil like nothing else.
“What of her?”
“The Emissary position.” Alfred replied, meeting Ivar’s gaze without wavering. “I think she would be a perfect representative. All the Clerics and Advisors I arrived with like her greatly. I am certain the people at court will too.”
As he was about to reply, Eiriana approached. Without even asking, she took a seat upon Ivar’s lap, much like a spoiled child.
“Why are you two drinking out here?” She asked, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Is it not more comfortable indoors?”
“We are enjoying the warm weather.” Ivar replied, somewhat annoyed that she was not resting. As he caressed her rounded belly, he looked back at Alfred. “I don’t think Y/N would adjust well. After all, she has hardly traveled much.”
Alfred shrugged, stating it had no bearing on your ability to do so now.
“Truthfully, she is quite wise as well as charming.” He continued, matter-of-factly. “She would be of great help with the Kings of Northumbria, Gaul and East Anglia. Of course, the choice is yours.”
“Is there really a rush to decide such a thing?”
“I will only say this. You cannot expect these men to hold up diplomatic exchanges just because......” Alfred trailed off, glancing at your sister before looking back at Ivar.
He made his words clear without even speaking them.
If your husband thought the whole world was going to stop because of one baby, he was taking a huge gamble.
And it was the truth. Ivar had failed to designate Hvitserk as he had intended. Now, the flaxen-haired Ragnarsson was off raiding with some other Viking King.
“I’m pressed for time.”
“Ivar, you knew of this a year ago. How will you explain this to our allies?” Alfred said, pushing him to make a firm decision. “I do not see why you cannot allow Queen Y/N to represent your kingdom.”
“Y/N is traveling?” Eiriana asked.
Ivar explained that you were not going anywhere.
Adding that he and the King were merely discussing prospects to be the Emissary. But to his surprise, your sister insisted that you be selected.
“Why?” Ivar asked in confusion. “Do you not need her around? She can help you and also bond with the baby.”
“Ivar, I have all the help I need. Let Y/N go and see a new country. Besides, it would only depress her to be around when the baby arrives.”
Ivar’s eyes flickered with agreement.
Eiriana was right. If you were around when the baby was delivered, it could break your spirit. Especially with your history. Smiling at your sister, he gave her a look of approval before turning to Alfred.
“It’s agreed. I will make Y/N my Royal Emissary.” Ivar said with a pleased expression. “And furthermore, you may take her along on your departure.”
Alfred was taken aback.
He had not expected him to make you travel so soon. However, he graciously accepted the duty of being your escort to his kingdom.
With a pleased clap of his hands, Ivar looked the happiest man on earth. He would give you the break from Kattegat you desperately desired, all while having his son arrive into a peaceful home.
The journey aboard the ship was not an easy one.
You had departed Kattegat four days prior and still had another week and a half to go. But the travel time wouldn’t have been a problem if had not been hit with the worst bouts of seasickness ever.
You felt guilty for spending most of your time in bed, however, King Alfred was very understanding.
He not only sent his personal Healer to attend to your needs, but he stopped by briefly to tell you of his own issues with seafaring. Alfred assured you that if you traveled more, it would soon be a thing of the past.
Fortunately, the King’s ship was as comfortable as one could get away from land. You had your own private cabin and servants to tend your need. Which was good because that’s where you spent most of your time.
Sleeping off the seasickness.
Meanwhile back at Kattegat, thoughts of you were far from Ivar’s mind.
As he sat in a chair beside the bed where your sister lay, his heart was in his throat. He could only stare as your mother, three midwives and your eldest sister Kristina entered.
“Are you sure you wish to stay?” Your mother asked, knowing he already looked far too faint.
“Yes.....I want to be here.”
Sitting up, a sweaty Eiriana demanded more pillows.
She then glanced around the room, wondering why no one was heading her words. Knowing that women in labor often became delirious from pain, your elder sister demanded that she lay back down.
“You can’t tell me how to feel!” Eiriana countered. “You..........have never had a baby before! My back................and everything else hurts.”
Ivar nervously ran both hands over his head.
After looking at her a moment, his eyes went back at the floor. It was then he suddenly wished he had not allowed you to leave Kattegat. He was never good at personal dilemmas.
Thankfully, you had always been his emotional support. Always knowing the right things to say when something went wrong. But now, he had to face this alone.
And he was terrified.
Strange for a man who enjoyed bloody battles and never flinched at the thought of people out for his head. Yet, mere family issues could send him off the deep end.
“Ivar.........come and.............” Eiriana demanded between contractions of pain. “sit beside........me.”
“No! He would only be in the way.” Kristina snapped, tired of her incessant talking. “Now lay down and focus on breathing through the pain.”
Though she laid down, your little sister did so with curses and groans.
Which naturally made Ivar even more tense. Having felt personally slighted by what had been done to you, Kristina walked to him.
“I hope you can now see that it is not easy.” She said in a gentle but firm manner. “Though the delivery is difficult, just making it through the nine months is much harder. I........I hope this will remain in your thoughts.”
With that, she walked away to run the clean cloths through hot water.
Ivar could only look out the window as the noise of the chamber echoed in his ears. You had gone through similar pains three times Each time producing nothing but a blood mess for the midwives to bury.
Could it be that he had been too hasty with the Volva’s prophecy?
No, he thought. The woman spoke truthfully. And your Eiriana’s ability to hold his seed proved that you were indeed the problem.
Looking back at the bed, he could hardly see her any longer. The entire view of the bed was blocked by the women. Ivar could however hear your sister struggling to push.
She sounded quite tired, not her usual bossy tone of voice.
“I cannot!” Eiriana exclaimed.
To which your mother replied that she was nearly done.
“Two more pushes, and he will be out. Just give us two more strong ones.” The elder midwife coaxed.
Ivar shut his eyes tightly, his breathing nearly halted. It seemed like everything went silent.......but then.
It finally came.
The sound he had been waiting to hear. The strong cry of a newly delivered baby. Within second, the cries were drowned out by the women happily going about.
“What is it?” Ivar asked, his voice almost inaudible.
“It’s a boy.” Your mother announced with tears in her eyes. “A beautiful little boy with lots of hair.”
“What about his------”
“Perfect. Everything on his little body is as it should be.” She added.
Ivar could hardly make his way to the bed.
It took the assistance of the beefier of the midwives to guide him to Eiriana’s side. Taking a seat, he looked at his son who was laid across her chest.
“I cannot believe it.’ He whispered against your sister’s ear. She likely heard none of what was being said since she was halfway asleep. “You have made me the happiest man in the world.”
With shaky hands, Ivar gently picked up the newborn, causing him to cry for a moment. As the women looked on, he proceeded with the birth rites.
Unlike everyone else, your sister Kristina felt mixed emotions.
Though she was happy to have a nephew, she still detested what had been done to you. She blamed not only Ivar, but Eiriana as well. She hoped that wherever you were, the Gods were watching over you.
This recent development would be too much for anyone to handle. No matter how strong.
As soon as the ship arrived in Wessex, everyone was relieved to see dry land. After settling in the castle, the entire envoy spent almost three days recuperating from the arduous journey.
However, you were not as fortunate. In fact, you were still bedridden when Alfred called on you on the fourth day.
Entering your chamber, he gazed at you. Though you were freshly bathed and dressed, Alfred could see that you were still far too sick. Which concerned him greatly because you should have shaken the seasickness by now.
“Y/N, how do you fare today?”
You gave him a weak smile, trying your best to seem upbeat. However, you were unable to hide your fear.
Taking a seat in the chair beside the bed, he looked to one of the Handmaidens.
“Fetch, the court Maesters.” Alfred commanded. “Tell them that the visiting Queen is in need of them immediately.”
The woman curtsied and left to do his bidding straightway. Satisfied, he looked at you again.
“I think I may be dying.” You confessed weakly. “I feel so utterly drained.”
Dismissing your words, Alfred insisted you likely had one of the minor illnesses that often plagued large kingdoms. Adding that he himself had been sick numerous times over the years.
“Besides, who would I play chess against if you were to leave me so soon?”
Realizing what he had said, Alfred quickly corrected, “me” to “us”. His cheeks becoming flushed by the slip-up.
You giggled in your mind, thinking him adorable for his shyness. As you were about to speak, he stated that a letter had arrived from Kattegat.
“You can always read it later.” Alfred suggested as he motioned to one of the servants who had entered with him.
In your heart, you knew exactly what the letter was about. Still, you took it from the man’s hand.
Alfred watched with concern as you nervously broke the seal. It was from Ivar, that you knew by the crow’s skull. With your hands practically shaking, you began reading.
And it was even worse than expected.
As you read the last line, you couldn’t help it. After all you the ill-treatment you had endured, it was the ending of the letter that caused you to burst into tears.
“Forgive me for being an awful guest.” You said, your voice trembling and your hands covering your face. “May I be alone?”
Without thinking, Alfred was instantly beside you.
When he moved your hands away from your face, you looked down at the blanket. But though you begged him to go and leave you to your tears, he refused.
Instead, Alfred embraced you, holding you firmly against his chest. He didn’t force you to say a word. After all, it took no mystic powers to know that at least one of the main points had to do with your sister giving birth.
“He said.............that.....” You could hardly get the words out. “Ivar says there is no need for me to rush home. That is how he ended the letter.”
“If that is how he feels, then I am most fortunate.”
You couldn’t help feeling utterly dejected, despite Alfred’s kind reply.
Ivar had the nerve to not only announce he was the father of a healthy boy. But added some random information about the new longhouse being built. All before ending the entire thing by stating you need not return soon.
That was cruel, even for Ivar.
As Alfred was still comforting you, the Maesters arrived. The three men glanced at you and whispered amongst each other. After asking all the male servants to exit, they approached the bed.
“See that you take good care of the Queen.” Alfred said as he got to his feet. “If anything happens to her, I shall hold you all responsible.”
With that, he departed the chamber.
After you had been thoroughly examined, the Maesters left you resting in your chamber. Of course they gave you something to help with your sleeplessness.
For that you were grateful.
You took evening meal in your chamber, kept company by the six Handmaidens the court had assigned you.
Once you were done, you actually felt good enough to have a second bath. You actually used the time to luxuriate more than anything else. After getting dressed, you were about to go for an evening stroll when someone knocked on the chamber door.
Giddy with curiosity, one of the Handmaidens answered. There stood King Alfred, looking quite dashing in his formal clothing.
“Why are you so dressed up?” You asked. “Are all the eligible Princesses at the castle?”
His gaze faltered as he entered, his hands clasped before him. When he did not speak for a long while, you couldn’t take the suspense.
“What is it?”
“I’m curious.” Alfred replied, looking at you with a peculiar expression. “Do you realize you are standing on your own two feet right now?
You laughed at his jest.
It was true. Only earlier in the day, you barely had the energy to sit up in bed. Now, you were dressed and ready to take fresh air.
“I nearly forgot myself. Thank you for having those Maesters come to my aid. Whatever they gave me, it truly worked. I feel so much better.”
Alfred smiled, his face so close to yours, your heartbeat went erratic.
You gazed at his lips, wondering what it would be like to kiss him. The King may have been your friend but you sensed there was a tension between you.
“Come, Y/N.”
Taking you by the hand, Alfred led you onto the great balcony of your chamber. Now out of earshot of the servants, he looked at you again.
“Do you know what this is?” He asked before pulling out a parchment from his vesting pocket.
You looked at it before shrugging and asking if it was a letter. With a nod, Alfred added that he would hand it over if you answered one burning question.
“Alright.” You said. “I’m listening.”
“Why did Ivar take your sister as a wife?”
The question nearly made you lose your smile. However, you knew there was no malice intended. In fact, Alfred had commented many times that he had found the entire situation quite bizarre.
“Well, if I must tell you, I shall start from the beginning.” You replied.
The two of you took a seat on the long bench and you regaled him with the entire tale.
“I was deeply hurt. Actually, I still am.” You confessed as you played with the fabric of your skirts. “It would have been kinder to have divorced me first. But what can I say? The Volva was right about my bareness. The fact that Ivar is now a father through Eiriana is proof of that fact.”
Alfred stared at you for a long while.
You weren’t sure if it was pity, confusion or shock. But eventually, he handed you the parchment. Oddly enough, as you tried to read it, you couldn’t make any sense of what was written.
“What is this? Another dialect of your people?”
“It’s Latin.” Alfred replied. “The Maesters only do their work in that language.”
Realizing that it had to do with your examination, you asked him what they had concluded.
“Y/N.......” Alfred said with a shake of the head - his serious expression turning into a smile. “You are utterly wrong! So is Ivar and that so-called Mystic you spoke of.”
Your brows furrowed in confusion, however his expression kept you calm.
“The Maesters say you are with child.” He said. “Around three months along. If not a little more.”
You could hardly breathe as you studied Alfred's expression - wondering if there was any jest in him.
But what were you thinking? He never played with matters. The King only made dry observations about everyday life. With trembling hands, you allowed him to read the Latin aloud, translating each word for you.
You didn’t know whether to be happy or worried. After all, your history was quite dubious.
“Alfred, please do not tell anyone. I beg of you.”
Taking both your hands in his, he reassured you that he would do as you wished.
“I am very afraid.” You confessed. “I do not wish to............”
“Don’t say it.” He said, putting a finger to your lips. “My people believe that negative words can invoke bad spirits. For that reason, let us speak only good things over this unborn child.”
You nodded, but then panic set in again.
“I don’t know if Ivar will send me coin in a timely manner now. He will be preoccupied with.........his family life. And what of------”
“Y/N” Alfred interrupted, cupping your face with both hands. “Who am I?”
“Pardon?”
He couldn’t help smiling, amused by your panicked expression. Answering the question for you himself, Alfred reminded you that he was the second wealthiest leader next to King Charles the Bald of Italy, West Francia and the Carolingian.
“Do you suppose I would let you go without anything?”
“I.......suppose not.” You replied with hesitation. “But I will not take advantage. I will pay back anything spent on my upkeep. In fact, I can even work it off.”
Alfred dropped his head, trying to prevent you from seeing his laughter.
Annoyed, you moved his long hair out of the way, causing him to laugh even more. You couldn’t believe your eyes. The somber King Alfred, laughing?
Pretending to be irritated, you left him on the balcony.
After sitting on the bed, you laid back, gazing the artwork on the ceiling. It didn’t take long for Alfred to join you. Laying on his back as well, he asked if you appreciated the Arts.
You confessed that didn’t really know what it entailed, however, you liked what you had seen thus far. Some of the servants in the room smirked to themselves.
Especially the Handmaidens.
They had never seen their King so relaxed as long as they had known him. As you described and pointed to the mural, Alfred reached out and took you by the hand.
“You have callouses.” He remarked, caressing your palm gently.
“My parents are farmers, Alfred. I told you this.”
“Y/N, these are not from the past. These are recent.” He countered. “You will not work again.”
You sat up and stated that you enjoyed working. After telling you to calm yourself, Alfred clarified that he had something in mind that was better than working with your hands.
Something that would put your great mind to use.
“It will also give you the ability to do what you seem to enjoy.”
“Oh? And what is that?”
“Maester of Charities.” Alfred replied. “I want you to oversee the formation of services for the poor, widowed and orphaned.”
You felt hopeful for the first time in a long while. If Wessex was to be home for the foreseeable future, you would focus on those less fortunate.
That would be your escape from whatever was occurring in Kattegat.
It had been four long months since you had left Kattegat.
At this point, you had settled into the routine of being the Maester of Charities. At first, the Clerics and Councilmen assigned to your council resisted your authority. However, those who had met you during their stay in Kattegat soon convinced them of your good intentions.
And despite not hearing from Ivar after a fourth letter, you had great reason to be elated.
You made it to your seventh month!
There was no denying you were very much with child. The Maesters reassured that you were far along enough to cease worrying. And even better, the child was strong and moved around considerably.
In your heart, you felt your good fortune was all thanks to King Alfred.
Not long after you discovered you were with child, he left Prince Aethelred in charge and took you on a pilgrimage to an ancient church in West Francia. Though the Abbot was made ware of your Heathen heritage, he felt compelled to have his Monks bless you.
After that journey, your mind rested easier.
In the brightness of the early afternoon sun, you sat underneath a canopy busily practicing Latin. Though it was a difficult language to grasp, Alfred felt it would be of benefit.
“My Queen.” An excited Handmaiden said as she rushed over. The others were already seated nearby, reading and sewing. “King Alfred says there are foreigners here to see you.”
Your eyes left your books and papers. Putting the quill back into the inkwell, you asked if she knew who it was.
“No. However, he said you would be happy to see them.”
As you tried to get to your feet, one of the guards rushed over and helped you.
“Careful there, you Majesty.” He said with a warm smile. “Can’t have the King or Prince Aethelred hearing that you hurt yourself.”
You thanked him, causing him to smile even more.
Truly, the people of Wessex had come to adore you. Not just because of your work as the Maester of Charities, but because of your actions.
Were they ever shocked to see a Queen, heavily with child toiling dirt by hand. But you had to do it. After all, how else would you teach the farmers the tilling techniques of the Heathen.
Your lands were far harsher on crops, thus you knew you advice would be very useful.
After that, it didn’t take long for word to travel that the foreign Queen was not only kind, but was not above actual work. This earned you the moniker of ‘The Lady of Hearts.’
“Are you excited, your Majesty?” One of the Handmaidens asked as they followed you into the east wing of the castle.
“I am. But I can’t even begin to guess who could be awaiting me.”
You were led to the Great Hall by a page whilst your Handmaidens followed closely. There by the double doors, you spotted the King’s brother.
“Aetherlred, how are you? When did you return from the Salisbury district?”
After giving you a kiss on the cheek, the Prince informed you that he had returned that morning. After briefly telling you of his stay, he took you by the arm and walked to one of the massive windows.
“I suppose you know there are visitors awaiting you in the Hall.”
You nodded, but confessed that you weren’t told who they were. After admitting that he knew their identities already, Aethelred asked if you wanted him to tell you.
“I would prefer to know before I enter.” You admitted. “I’ve never been fond of surprises.”
“Neither have I.” He said in agreement. “The ships docked here were on their return voyage from Francia. Does that hold any meaning to you?”
You shook your head, still confused as to the identity of the visitors.
Leaning against a pillar, Aethelred added that the main ships belonged to Ivar, Bjorn and Ubbe.
“Ivar?” You repeated as if the name was foreign to your mind. “Here?”
Aethelred studied your expression before asking if they should be sent away.
“I can’t do that.” You said.
“Of course you can. As our ward and Maester, you can do as you please. You don’t have to hold audience with anyone that will upset you.”
You thanked him but said you didn’t wish to hide.
One thing you regretted was your habit of avoiding things that upset you. It was the easy thing to do. However, it never resolved any of the problems.
“I will see my in-laws. After all, they have done nothing to me..”
“And what of your husband?”
You looked at Aethelred with confidence.
“I will see Ivar as well.”
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