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located in Tibera, a part of The Price of Blood, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Ronan Ulfricson Character Portrait: Genevieve Hansdottir
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Relief washed over Genevieve the second the chain had been laid around her neck as all of the lies and hiding that had gone on for months washed away. Well, not everything. They couldn’t just blatantly say an affair had been going on for much larger than before Ulfric died. But she could safely show her affection towards Ronan without being terrified of the consequences. Now the only real job was keeping up the charade of mourning long enough for it to seem natural to move on.

In some way she was sad, but it wasn’t anywhere near as much as the others throughout the nation were. She resented him still, just for being forced into marriage with him, despite it leading to her meeting Ronan. It would have been much more pleasant if Ulfric had just died before she arrived and Ronan chose Genevieve when he became king, but she didn’t bother to think that she would have probably resented Ronan for it too.




As the queen sat beside her new husband and child - the thought alone making a smile grace her features - she could only stare on lovingly, almost immobilized. The thought that Volundr wasn’t Ronan’s had never once crossed her mind, staying firmly in belief that he was without a doubt the father of their son.

She got pulled from her thoughts as she heard Ronan speak, lifting her head to smile and stare into his eyes. “No more worries…” Genevieve mused gently, it was wishful thinking but she didn’t want to think about the bad side right now. The only thing she wanted to focus on was her family - her perfect new family. A sharp pain hit her heart for a moment as her mind flashed to her childhood, and the image of her brother’s corpse burned into her head. She stared blankly, her eyes watering with tears involuntarily before she was torn from her memories by Volundr grabbing a strand of her hair.

Genevieve blinked rapidly, tears streaming down her face and smiling down at the baby. Frantically, she wiped her eyes and leaned her head on Ronan’s shoulder, gripping his arm to try and bring herself back to reality. This was her life now. She didn’t need to think about her old life, so why did it keep coming back?