“You must think me a fool” You replied with an amused scoff. “Last I checked, you bestowed numerous gifts upon Eiriana without my approval. So, I am within my rights to accept some as well.”
“From Alfred or Harald, I would take no issue. But not from Värro!”
“Oh? And why is that?”
“Because, Y/N!” Ivar seethed. He then stopped to compose himself, knowing that you were purposely riling his anger. “You are feigning innocence. But even you must notice the way he lingers and stares. He’s like a dog”
Rolling your eyes, you allowed the Thralls to remove your surcoat. But the truth was, Ivar was right. Prince Värro was an attractive and overtly flirtatious young man. And like his cousin Hallmund, he was also quite fearless; even in Ivar’s presence. For that reason, he never shied away from giving you attention.
“Ivar, you have harassed me long enough this evening. I wish to get undressed, so please depart from my chambers.”
“As you wish. Push your husband away anytime he calls upon you. But promise me one thing before I go. That you will not keep that man’s gift.”
“I will do no such thing.” You replied with a shrug of the shoulders. “Because last I checked, I am the Queen of Kattegat, not some lowly Thrall.”
You then walked at Ivar’s side as he made his way to the door. But as always, he was determined to have the last word. So, he again insisted that you refuse the necklace. Adding that it would not only be improper to keep it, but would encourage Prince Värro’s obsession. An assertion that brought a wicked smirk to your face. Because the truth was, you had already shared a kiss during his last visit to Norvland.
“Ivar, I will not talk about this stupid topic again. I’m keeping the gift and that is my final word.”
“I forbid it!”
“Forbid?” You repeated between a stifled giggle. “Then I hope he brings more things to add to this one.”
“Y/N! You forget whom you are--------”
“I’m tired and grow weary of this back and forth. But if you want someone willing to cower at your feet, go in search of your second wife!”
