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The Prince and the Shieldmaiden

The Prince and the Shieldmaiden

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Can a sickly prince and a foreign shieldmaiden survive being bound together in a game of nobility and deception?

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Introduction

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Byrdain is an island kingdom protected by sea from her neighbors, the most prominent being the powerful Holy Empire of Valmagne to the south and the pagan Kingdom of Fjellborg in the icy northern waters. For centuries, the tribes and mini-kingdoms of Brydain fought one another for dominance until two hundred years ago, Duke Liamette Augustus of the Duchy of Valois in the Valmagne Empire invaded the island, backed by a claim on the most prominent kingdom in Brydain through marriage. Through a combination of superior weaponry, diplomacy, sabotage, and the support from the Holy Father of the Church of the Triune God, Brydain was finally united under one king and in the peace that followed, prospered culturally, economically, and militarily.

Yet, Byrdain would not remain without conflict. Soon after the death of King Liamette the Conqueror, the Emperor of Valmagne seized the Duchy of Valois from the Augustus Dynasty, provoking a series of deadly wars where Byrdain finally won it back only to lose it as the Beserkers of Fjelborg began to rain the shores of the island kingdom, culminating in an invasion that would see many of both nation's best warriors fall along the coast of Byrdain.

It had been meant as a slight. After all, it was no secret that the Crown Prince of Brydain despised his younger brother and his younger brother did not have warm feelings for him either. But the kingdom had been at war with the Beserkers of Fjellborg for over a decade and neither kingdom could pass over the opportunity. Thus, when the Crown Prince suggested at a peace conference that his younger, sickly brother marry the fierce daughter of King Jorvik the Hammer, both him and King Artos of Brydain took his words seriously. The younger prince was a scholar who valued his wit and bow over brute force and the shieldmaiden daughter of Jorvik fought hard for a place among her father's beserkers. Yet, now, they are to be wed together for the good of their people's. But what happens when King Artos the Great dies the morning after the wedding and the Crown Prince assumes the throne?

Roles

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The Prince|Eddie Redmayne|Played by almostinsane

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The Shieldmaiden|Olga Kurylenko|Played by phoenixheart

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The Crown Prince/New King|Faceclaim|Played by Sirius Baren

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King's Ward/Noblewoman|Caitlin Stasey| Played by nezzyrps

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Handmaiden|Nathalie Emmanuel| Reserved by TheCrimsonLady

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Patriarch of Byrdain|Sam Neil| Played by almostinsane

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Royal Herbalist|George Blagden| Played by almostinsane

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Setting

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Character Portrait: Lelinus Augustus Character Portrait: Ingrid Jorvikdatter Character Portrait: Brynjar Augustus Character Portrait: Tyr Jorvikson Character Portrait: Elska Agir
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Image Brynjar watched Lelinus lean towards Tyr but was unable to hear what he said. It didn't matter. Brynjar was sure it was a warning. He and Lelinus had been playing this game for years.

Brynjar managed a short laugh as Tyr suggested Ingrid make the request instead of him. "From what I have come to understand of Lady Elska, I doubt anyone would have the power to push her into something she didn't want to do." Brynjar had sensed the quiet strength within Elska even though she resembled a frightened little rabbit when she had been sitting next to him. "I can understand your wish to allow Ingrid to make the request, but I would feel a little bit dishonest to have another do the work for me." His tone was amiable though the grin on his face held something dangerous behind it.

"It would be a great honor to extend the invitation to her myself. It is my hope to get to know her, and while I'm sure her company would help ease Ingrid into my court, I feel I should be the one to express this wish." Brynjar was greatly enjoying pushing Tyr's buttons. He wanted to keep Tyr here, and using Elska to get to him would prove to be entertaining.

"And aside from my wish, I think it would be beneficial for her entrance into my court to have them understand she is the king's guest." He narrowed his eyes as he glanced to Lelinus; the sickly weasel that seemed to always get in the way. "She would garner more respect as my personal guest rather than Ingrid who has yet to get a foothold among my courtiers." Lelinus wouldn't be able to refute this fact.

Image Elska listened to Ingrid and nodded her head, but she had her own doubts. A man as dark and morally twisted as Brynjar would have very few weaknesses. To find out what those weaknesses were would be another nearly impossible task. "Indeed, but I fear he may find yours, before you can discover his." She whispered in turn. They had been absent from the hall for a while now. "We should probably turn back." Her mind drifted back to Tyr. "We've been gone a long time," she knew Brynjar wouldn't attempt something in public but it didn't stop the fear from gnawing at her insides.

Elska was feeling more and more troubled. She had once heard a saying "keep your enemies close" and hadn't quite understood it until now. Ingrid mentioned men and weakness. Was that why Brynjar was content to keep Tyr around? Was his goal to find his weakness so he could then turn it on Tyr and make him suffer?

That thought chilled her blood and for a moment she felt faint. The longer Tyr stayed, the worse things would get.

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Tyr listened as Brynjar spoke. Tyr managed to keep his face neutral, as though he was merely considering the new king's words, rather than wanting to gouge his eyes out for assuming any right to Ingrid's person. Brynjar was a smart man, Tyr could not deny that. Devious, yes, but that always took a great deal of intelligence. To bend people to your whims and have them willingly relinquish their autonomy to please. History had repeatedly proven that cruel kings were brilliant when it came to the mind.

When Brynjar finished speaking, Tyr was silent for a moment before he nodded. "I cannot deny it, Your Majesty, you speak true. No doubt that Lady Elska is strong in mind and spirit, and has always been a good friend to my sister. I'm sure with your considerable patronage among the court, Elska would be very welcome here as your guest. Although, if I may be so bold as to offer His Majesty a small token of advice?" Tyr leaned closer to Brynjar. "Being a king is demanding work, exhausting even." Tyr glanced over to his father. Though Jorvik was by no means young, the trials of kingship had taken a noticeable toll on the man. "A king might have to get used to letting others do some work for him, lest he burn out before his time. I do, of course, offer this advice as a friend of the realm. I would hate to see your people mourn the untimely demise of a man I am sure will be a great king, simply because he worked himself to hard."

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"We should probably turn back. We've been gone a long time."

Ingrid looked to the sky for a final moment as the first drops of rain began to fall. Ingrid closed her eyes as the cold rain fell on her face. "I think that might be wise. I'm not sure my dress was made to withstand anything more than a gentle breeze."

The two women left the garden and headed back inside. The air inside felt noticeably colder as the rain gathered pace. Ingrid looked over to Elska, wondering how she managed to stay warm in her dresses. There were nights in Fjellborg when Ingrid's leathers had barely been enough to keep out the cold, and yet Elska nearly always wore these flowing, floaty dresses. It was another thing Ingrid would probably never understand. Tyr and Lelinus might, but not Ingrid.

As she entered the hall again, Ingrid paused mid-step as she saw her brother in close conversation with Brynjar. That was...odd. She had got the impression that Tyr was not a great admirer of Brynjar and yet here the two men were, talking like old friends. Hopefully, some day soon, her life might resume something close to normality.

As the doors closed behind them, Tyr looked up. He beckoned them over, smiling broadly. Ingrid quickened her step back to the table. Tyr stood and embraced Ingrid. "I was beginning to wonder when you would return," he said, as he looked to Elska. "Lady Elska, the king has something he would like to ask you." He smiled brightly at the king and Elska. Elska might hate him for putting her on the spot, but he would let the gods damn his soul before he let Brynjar anywhere near her without witnesses.

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ImageElska let out a small laugh at Ingrid's comment. "I'm surprised you've lasted this long before casting it off and donning your leather." She could feel her skin prickle as the beginning rain was cold to the touch. They moved quickly as the few sprinkles were quickly turning heavy and soon a down pour was over the city. The warmth that was within the walls was comforting. They entered the hall to see Tyr and Brynjar speaking closely to one another.

Elska was good at reading people, it was the reason she could handle herself well in court. Ingrid was skilled at reading her opponent in battle so she could counter attack and defend. Elska could read emotions and knew how to turn the opinion of the court with subtlety. Tyr was speaking close to Brynjar, but the strain in his jaw put Elska on high alert. Tyr was tense. What were they talking about?

ImageBrynjar was amused as Tyr sought to give him friendly advice. Brynjar understood more than most the importance of having others work for you. If Tyr had even the slightest inclination of what Brynjar passed on to the silent shadows, he would not be offering advice and would more likely have a knife pressed to Brynjar's throat.

"I can see our countries do stand a chance at becoming friends. Your advice is sound." Brynjar responded in good nature. Tyr's eyes were pulled away and Brynjar over his shoulder to see the two women had returned. The women were prompt to return to the table as Tyr had beckoned them over. Brynjar was quiet as Tyr and Ingrid embraced. He noticed that both women had a certain glisten about them and realized that the rains had resumed.

Tyr was nearly choking on his words as he rushed to speak them to prevent Brynjar from taking the lead. Brynjar quirked a brow rather amused at the tactic.

Elska was content to melt into the background of the dinner conversation before Tyr turn the attention of their immediate table upon her. Her stomach sank as she looked upon Brynjar.

"Indeed I do," Brynjar stood from his seat casually with a manner as aloof as a cat waking from a sunny nap. "I would prefer to discuss with you in private," he paused before looking over to Tyr, "but I don't suppose Tyr believes us good enough friends to trust me alone with such a beautiful woman." He allowed a wolfish and taunting grin on his face purely for Tyr's reaction before relaxing his face and turning to her.

Elska's stomach squirmed. The constant taunting air about Brynjar vanished as he looked her over. He had a look of hope on his face and it made her skin crawl. She decided she would've preferred the grin he had given Tyr over this face that suggested he wanted to be friends with her.

"What can I do for you, your majesty?" her voice was calm and collected and didn't betray the unease and fear that was growing within her.

"Hm, to begin with, I would at least like some semblance of privacy." He offered her his arm. "How about we speak over there?" he nodded to a rather vacant corner in the room. "That way your watch dog can be sure I won't try anything devious." He winked in a teasing way.

Elska buried one of her hands in the material of her dress at her side, while accepting his arm with the other. She discreetly twisted the fabric, a horrible habit she had never been able to break. She only ever did it when she was uncomfortable or feeling frightened.

"Certainly." She spoke smoothly while darting a look to Tyr and Ingrid.

Brynjar was a man who insisted on controlling the situation. Even though Tyr had made it evident that he'd prefer the conversation happen right at the table, Brynjar had still managed to weasel around it and put everyone on edge again.

It felt a bit awkward to be escorted to a quiet corner with the newly crowned king, but Elska refused to show it. He kept her hand in the crook of his arm and angled them just enough so Elska was hidden from the others at the table. Brynjar had his back to them and resisted the urge to gauge the reaction of those who he was sure were holding their breath. He was known to be unpredictable, and that was what made situations like this fun.

"You're making quite the scene for something I'm sure is trivial." She pursed her lips as she decided to call him out on his behavior. He grinned down at her.

"I know." His spoke in a low voice that suggested they were co-conspirators; she didn't like it.

"You could've asked me at the table, your majesty," she tacked his title on reluctantly.

"Yes, but there would be no fun in that."

"Is that all we are? A source of amusement?"

"I'm a man of war Elska, without war, I'll go mad." He was surprisingly honest with her and it brought her fears back up to the surface. "I was rather intrigued when I discovered Tyr was staying." He reached out and twisted a few strands of her hair between his thumb and forefinger. She began to fidget as he didn't say anything more. She was about to speak when he spoke up again.

"My court is dull," Elska wasn't surprised he found his own court dull. She doubted he found anything exciting unless it involved maiming of some kind. "You were bred for a life in court." Both of these statements had Elska on edge. What was he getting at? What was his goal? "You care for Tyr."

Elska felt her heart start to sink. "H-he's like a brother, they were all siblings to me." She wanted to step out of his reach but he kept on fingering her hair.

"The others may have been," he said slowly and casually, "but you've got a separate part of your heart reserved for Tyr."

Elska had never said anything aloud and had rarely dared to think it. Why would Brynjar be so confident in speaking it aloud? Did she wear her emotions so readily on her sleeve?

"You're afraid for him." Brynjar released her hair before trailing his fingers down her arm. "You don't like the idea of him staying here underneath my feet."

Elska shifted so she could look around Brynjar and to where Tyr still stood. She was afraid for both Ingrid and Tyr, but the fear she felt for Tyr was more primal.

"Why don't you stay?"

This question was unexpected and she looked back to Brynjar startled.

"Why?" she asked cautiously.

"I told you, I'm bored," he shrugged. "Let's be honest, you'd rather run the risk of staying here so you can keep an eye on him. You'll go mad if you go home not knowing when," he paused and even though he didn't say it, they both knew he also meant or if, "you'll get to see him again."

Elska bit her lower lip. She peered around Brynjar at Tyr again. She was too afraid to leave him alone with Brynjar even though Brynjar had seen right through her. She was terrified that her feelings were so transparent; even still, she'd rather stay and play into Brynjar's hand than risk never seeing Tyr come home.

Brynjar looked down at her expectantly. She stared up at him with a blaze of defiance and wrenched her hand from his grip and took one step back.

"I'm not going to let you hurt him," she said fiercely and for a moment Brynjar thought she resembled a mother bear defending her young. "I'll stay." Even as she said it she nearly wanted to take the words back as a dark and maniacal look entered his eye.

"Good." The way he said it sent a shiver down her spine and she flinched slightly as he reached out to offer his arm to her once more.

They walked the distance back over to the table and Elska had lost her appetite.

"It's settled," Brynjar had returned the mask to his face and flashed a grin to both Lelinus and Tyr. "Lady Elska will stay and offer her insights into my court," he leaned in close to her and she forced herself not to flinch back. "I look forward to getting to know you better," he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.

"As do I," she managed before turning to the others. "Today has been a long day, I'm afraid I'm not feeling well, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll retire." She dipped her head respectfully.

"Certainly Lady Elska," Brynjar nodded his head and she began a quick retreat.

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Character Portrait: Lelinus Augustus Character Portrait: Ingrid Jorvikdatter Character Portrait: Brynjar Augustus Character Portrait: Tyr Jorvikson Character Portrait: Elska Agir
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Leo had underestimated his brother. He did not like admitting that to himself, but it was true. Lelinus had always thought of his brother as a brute with low cunning, unable to function without the advantages his position gave him, but he had successfully manipulated the conversation in his favor. True, he had the power that kingship gave him along with the fact that both kingdoms were weary of war and could not afford to be seen as provoking an incident, but words were his weapons of choice.

Whispers echoed through the hall. Brynjar's behavior was scandalous, but it would stain Elska far more than himself. It was acceptable for a man to be improper, but a woman? Another standard was held. Such was the way of things. He glanced over at Ingrid as she took a seat at the table, spotting the look of confusion on her face. This was a battlefield foreign to her, he noted.

"Well, this was sufficiently entertaining. I am sure Lady Elska was just beside herself with delight," he mocked, pouring himself another goblet of wine.

"Truly, this was a stroke of diplomatic brilliance."

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"Well, this was sufficiently entertaining. I am sure Lady Elska was just beside herself with delight." Ingrid looked over to her husband as he began pouring a drink. She had fast learned that wit and wry humour were his weapons of choice, but this erred far too close to mocking for Ingrid's tastes. "Truly, this was a stroke of diplomatic brilliance."

Ingrid drew her bottom lip through her teeth. Leo wasn't a cruel man, at least not like his brother. Was he? Ingrid sighed with frustration. No one here was saying what they really meant. Everything was hidden behind double meanings and backhanded compliments. At this rate, no one was going to have to worry about her killing Leo or Brynjar, she might just kill herself from sheer frustration and save everyone the trouble.

She looked over to Tyr and saw that he looked as tense as she felt. His eyes had remained on Elska and Brynjar as they spoke in the corner. If looks alone could kill a man, Brynjar would have fallen under the full wrath of the gods. Not for the first time, and probably not for the last, the siblings were wondering what on earth Jorvik had got them in to. Tyr had simply nodded when Elska had announced she was planning to retire. Tyr drained his goblet and signaled for a refill.

Oh, Ingrid thought, it's going to be one of those nights. Tyr might have been the wise one of the three of them, but Ingrid was starting to wonder if Ull had been the sensible one after all. Between her brother drinking, being unable to breathe because of this infernal contraption around her waist, and Brynjar and Leo being...well, Brynjar and Leo, Ingrid had a sinking feeling that the night was going to end on a very sour note if one of them wasn't careful. Ingrid rose from her seat. "Elska was right. It's been a long day. Good night," she said, without any consideration for courtesy as she left the hall.

Tyr frowned as Ingrid left but his expression soon cleared. Ingrid had never been one for grand events that didn't involve a fight of some sort. This was all far too civilised for any self-respecting shield maiden. "If you'll excuse me gentlemen, I'm going to sit with my own people." Tyr scraped his chair along the floor as he stood and carefully walked to his Beserkers. He wanted to get very drunk, so drunk that this night would be a blur in his memory when he woke up. He could be pleasantly surprised that Elska was staying then, rather than angry and... something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. His men cheered loudly as he sat with them. A second later, a tankard was in his hands. Finally, some people with some sense.

As the night began to draw to a close, Tyr's head felt fuzzy. Good. That was very good. But he couldn't shake the feeling there was something he needed to say to Lelinus. He turned to look around the room. He spotted the prince across the room and stumbled over to him. He rested a hand on the prince's shoulder, clasping it tightly. "You've upset Ingrid. Don't do that again. 'S a stupid thing to, to do." He patted Lelinus's shoulder firmly and nodded before heading out of the hall and back to his room.




Tyr rolled over in his bed, still dressed in the clothes he had worn the previous night. Evidently drunk Tyr hadn't wanted to make life easy for sober Tyr. Tyr groaned as he sat up. His head pounded. Tyr rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes, trying to alleviate the ache behind them. Keeping his eyes closed for as long as he could, Tyr began stripping from his leathers. He hated wearing the damn things anyway.

He silently padded across the room. Now that he was an official guest of the realm, and not some heathen barbarian that wanted to seduce all the eligible maidens or whatever nonsense the nobility was spouting, his treatment had markedly improved. Not that that was saying much. But it did mean that there was water in his room now. Tyr poured himself a glass as the unfortunate events of last night replayed in his mind. He grimaced. Keeping an eye on Ingrid had been one thing, but now Elska as well. Either the gods had a wicked sense of humour or Brynjar was a damned being walking the earth.

Tyr sat down on the edge of the bed. Whatever Lelinus had said last night, it had upset Ingrid. He hoped, more for the prince's sake than anything, that they had managed to smooth things over. Ingrid and Lelinus falling apart was the last thing any of them needed. Unless you happened to be a blond bastard named Brynjar.

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At Tyr's words, Lelinus nodded, following his wife to their rooms. "What is she angry about? Was it something I said?" He asked himself. He supposed that this was a lot different from her home. There, people could challenge others without worrying about appearances or courtly etiquette. It was a simplicity to be envied, he admitted to himself. Evil men were much more direct and one did not need to worry about knives hidden in the shadows, but then, a man of his condition would be of little use to anyone.

As he laid into bed beside her, he started to speak up, but upon seeing her gentle breathing, he stopped himself. It had been an exhausting day. There would be plenty of time in the morning. He let his gaze fall upon her for a moment. She beautiful and strong and so many other things that he was not. He hoped he could help her understand.

Hearty meaty smells along with sweeter aromas would greaet Ingrid as she woke up in the moring. Leo had taken the opportunity to have breakfast prepared for the two of them. There was plenty of meat, mostly sausages and bacon along with eggs, sweet rolls, and the tea Beorn was so fond of mixed with honey. When she woke, he spoke.

"We a have a bit before the tale starts. It'd be nice to have my mask off until then. I... I never wore it around you. Not on our wedding day or the night after, but this court... My father stamped out much of it, but he couldn't entirely. And Bjorn is a little bastard who sees it as all a game."

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The morning light streamed in the room. Ingrid curled up in the covers, wanting to sleep a little longer. If she was asleep, then she wouldn't have to deal with her brother, who was no doubt hungover, or with Lelinus and Brynjar's bickering. The warmth she felt earlier behind her was gone. Lelinus was already awake.

Ingrid cracked an eye open when she smelled food. That was something new. She slowly sat up in the bed and was greeted by Lelinus and breakfast. Ingrid smoothed her hair back, an eyebrow raised. Before she could question anything, Lelinus began speaking. "We a have a bit before the day starts. It'd be nice to have my mask off until then. I... I never wore it around you. Not on our wedding day or the night after, but this court... My father stamped out much of it, but he couldn't entirely. And Brynjar is a little bastard who sees it as all a game."

Ingrid chewed slowly. Gods this food was good. The silence hung between them. "All courts have their machinations. All you did last night was poke the hornet's nest. It was different when it was just me and you that Brynjar could toy with, but now? My brother and my best friend are involved."

Apparently a night's rest had done little to improve her mood. "Just be careful, please. If anything happens to Tyr or Elska..." Ingrid trailed off, not wanting to entertain the notion of her brother or her friend being hurt by that...that child. She sighed. It was done now. "You know in Fjellborg, Brynjar would have got nowhere near the throne. It's happened a lot, the firstborn doesn't always inherit if the king thinks they're unworthy. My father was the third child."

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Image Brynjar was oddly content when, not only Ingrid, but Tyr retreated from their table. He had won the evening. His mood was bolstered and that was shown as he allowed himself to drink a little bit more heavily as he had neutralized the threats for the evening. He did not drink nearly as much as Tyr was. Even from a distance Brynjar kept his eyes on the Fjellborg heir. The man was considerably relaxed among his own. It was evident that Tyr felt kinship towards his people. It was a feeling that was foreign to Brynjar.

There was a hollow space within Brynjar's chest as the night was dying down. His drunk guests were stumbling their way out to try and make it safely back to sleeping quarters. The victory he felt against those closest to him had faded. Brynjar was starting to feel moody. After a while he decided to retreat to his rooms. He shoved back from the grand table disturbing the few who were in a hazy drunken state.

Despite the alcohol he had consumed through the night Brynjar's step was solid and straight. The hollow space was starting to gnaw at him. He hated this sensation. He only knew of two ways to push the feeling aside; killing and sex. Right now there wasn't any sense in killing someone so he hunted through the halls until he found a rather inebriated serving girl who put up little resistance as he corralled her back to his room. The poor girl was terrified but had no strength to fight against him. Brynjar locked his room. He'd be damned if he let Evangelina disrupt this past time.

Brynjar ended up collapsing against the bed and the poor girl whimpered herself to sleep. He lay there with his eyes wide open. Somehow the hollow feeling hadn't lessened any. It frustrated him but the exhaustion of the day was catching up to him and he finally slipped into sleep. He had no care for the girl in bed next to him.

The morning came more quickly than Brynjar would've appreciated. There was a dull throb in his head to now accompany the feeling in his chest. He rolled over in bed and saw the girl wrapped up in a tight ball with a pained look on her face as she slept. He lay there, mulling over whether or not to take advantage of her again. He doubted it would be successful in easing his ache. He reached out to touch her but before he could he stopped.

Brynjar was a monster. He knew that, and he couldn't bring himself to find an ounce of care.

Even still, he decided to let the girl be. He rose from his bed to go to the bathing chamber connected to his room. He stripped down and used a cloth to wash himself down. He didn't bother with calling for a bath. By the time he dried off and entered his room the girl was gone and his bedroom door was cracked open.

He smirked slightly. She had been quite good at faking her sleep.

Image Elska laid awake in her bed the entire night. She was afraid to close her eyes. She was afraid of what she had agreed to. It didn't feel right. She had agreed to Brynjar's request and the words had left her tongue tasting sour. She regretted them and wished to take them back. Brynjar had admitted things in a round about way that had her worried. He was planning something, and keeping her there made it all the more interesting.

Elska shifted restlessly and finally abandoned her bedding when the grey of predawn entered her chambers. She shivered as her feet hit the chilly stone flooring. Brynjar was a bad man prepared to take away what she loved. He was cold and calculating. He had seen straight through her, straight into the heart she had previously believed to be locked up tightly. Elska had never treated Tyr as more than a brother. She had never once allowed herself to express the inner most feelings of her heart. She knew Jorvik respected her and had looked to her father in the past, but somehow she didn't think she was what he had in mind for Tyr.

She thought she had never overstepped her boundaries with him, but perhaps she hadn't been so careful. Brynjar had read her clear as day. Did others know? That thought had her stomach sinking. Elska had come to the decision years before to never reveal how she felt. She couldn't trust those feelings to anyone but herself. She was content to stand in Tyr's court and watch him rule one day, it would be enough for her. Elska only ever wanted to see Tyr safe and happy even if it meant with another woman.

Elska crossed the room and changed quickly from her nightgown into a gown made from sturdier material than she typically wore. She wrapped a cloak around her shoulders, laced up her boots, and abandoned her room. The castle was still silent and sleepy. She felt the walls closing in on her. She could feel Brynjar closing his hand around her. The claustrophobic feeling was too much for her. She pushed through an outer door into the shockingly cold morning air. She worked her way through the castle ground until she reached a garden. It helped her feel a bit more detached and isolated from the daunting mistake she feared she had made.

Tyr saw Elska as a second sister, she knew that. She had come to grips with that reality a long time ago. There may have been a time where it would send her to angry tears or try and break something in rage, but not longer. She knew that Tyr couldn't risk a relationship closer to her. Brynjar made it clear he was prepared to manipulate them.

As much as Elska wanted to take back her decision to stay she knew she couldn't. Even if staying would end her life, she had to be there to make sure Tyr would be okay. The idea of returning to Fjellborg and never knowing his true fate--if he didn't return home--was far too bitter a medicine to swallow. She would stay.

She had been staring at a large rose bush covered in snowy blossoms. She reached out to touch the delicate petals only to accidentally prick herself on a thorn. She watched the drop of blood ooze from her finger before staining and marring the white. She brought her finger to her mouth and trick to suck the pain away.

She knew Brynjar had something in store, and not knowing what was eating her inside. Elska realized as she stared at the tarnished rose that she had to keep her distance from Tyr. She couldn't let Brynjar use her to get to him. The thought of keeping him distant sent a gnawing ache through her heart. It would be for his own good.

The restless feeling returned. The sun had risen a considerable distance at this point. Elska turned from the garden and began to move again. She didn't know where she wanted to go, only that she couldn't stop or her chest felt too tight and it would be too hard to breathe.

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Evangelina turned in rather early the night before. She avoided the King knowing she was in for it after her speaking up last night. Typically, he seemed to be rather amused by her fire, but last night, he wanted it snuffed and she wouldn't allow it. Now, she knew he would be particularly ornery with her and all she could really do was brace herself of be out of a job.

She'd dressed early in her usual fashion, it kept her modest but still revealed more then the woman of this culture. She traded her blues for black, as she'd done the previous night, still mourning her old friend's passing and made her way toward the new King's chambers. It was at the moment, a small form knocked into her.

"My apologizes" called the young woman as Evangelina held her steady. She wouldn't met her gaze. "It is alright." She said and the woman finally looked at her, her accent calling her attention.

"You are...You are the foreign girl, the handmaiden to the king?" She asked and Evangelina nodded, noting how she strain to say king. "I am."

"Are you a slave?"

Evangelina frowned at that. ."No, I am not." She said, offended, it wasn't the first time someone thought her a slave and she didn't appreciate it.

"Then you should go...Go before he..." The girl stopped, whimpering, turning her head for her shame. Fury bloomed within Evangelina but she kept it from her face.

"What did he do to you?" She asked, venom in her words. "What he does to all women he gets his hand o....we can't say no not anymore....He is King now."

"A King that bleeds red." Evangelina said. Her fear of punishment gone from her now, replaced with the want to harm this new king. His father thought there was good in him but she was beginning to believe it was wishful thinking of an ailing old man. The girl looked up at her. "He'll hurt you too...You shouldn't be alone with him."

"I appreciate your concern but he won't hurt me...." She said and the girl looked at her. "You don't know---"
"Yes, I do, I know how to say no, I can it say if nineteen languages....and if that doesn't work, I'll find another way to make him see reason...or stars." She said and with that Evangelina left the girl sputtering, while she sauntered off to the King's chambers, finding the door slightly ajar.

She walked in, with no pretense of subjugation, not after the look of fear she just had to witness. The 'King' was standing by his bed, freshly water, skin dried, free of cloth. She merely looked him in the eyes.

"Good Morning, You're Grace....Glad to see you only took advantage of one only woman last night, must have been a slow night for you." She said, unable to quell her fury. What his father saw in him, she could never know, how could someone find good in a monster such as he? Se moved to find him some clothes, and she almost hoped he try something, if only for her to prove that the thing he used to put fear and pain on to that girl was also the very thing that made him vulnerable.

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Image Brynjar looked over lazily at the door as Evangelina entered. There was anger reflecting in her eyes and it only served to improve his mood. He was still angry with her for the night before, but after sleeping he had a bit more sense to him. A devilish grin slid to his face as she kept her eyes trained on his face and attempted at throwing insult towards him.

"And why should you think that meant I had a slow night?" he perked a brow as he thought back to the several times he had taken advantage of the girl. He crossed his arms and leaned against the bed post of his bed. He watched her casually as she finally retrieved clothing for him. She was angry with him and he found it entertaining. What could she do to him? What hope did she have against the king?

He took his time getting dressed. Once he had he closed the distance between them, fully invading her space. He forced her on the retreat until he had her pressed up against the stone wall. He placed his hands on either side of her, trapping her. "I do not appreciate insubordination." His voice was low, the threat clear. He brought a hand to her throat, but didn't squeeze. He trailed his fingers down lazily, tracing the flesh of her exposed chest. "You were out of line last night." He leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You deserve punishment for defying your king." He kept whispering. "What do you suggest?" he pulled back just enough so he could look her in the eye.

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Lelinus inclined his head, idly grabbing a piece of bacon and biting into it as he listened to her words. She had a point. He had to admit it. Circumstance had changed immensely in the short time since his father had died. He had lives other than his own to keep in mind, particularly his wife and her family. He held not illusions about his brother's intentions towards them. He knew how he felt about Fjellborgans. There was a darkness in his heart, one their father had tried to quell, but to no avail.

"You are right. I am used to being untouchable when it comes to my brother's petty schemes. With him as king now, even my blood ties to him might not be able to keep me safe and others have less protection," he noted. He looked pensive at her last sentence, pondering them in his heart.

"My father... In his final days my father showed more and more disappointment with Brynjar. I wish I could have spoken to him one last time... He wanted to tell me something important. I know it."

"Your father wishes to speak with you and your brother in the morning... He says he would inform you of the future of the realm."

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"And why should you think that meant I had a slow night?" Brynjar said, the ease of his tone just serve to annoy her further. "There was only one of them..." She said, venom in her tone as she set his clothes on the bed and folded her arms defiantly. He dressed slowly, as if he wanted her to boil further with his choice of speed and when he finally finished, he approached her. She didn't know why she expected him to stop a reasonable distance, but she had and it force her to take involuntary steps back as he closed in. Soon she had no more steps to take as she was pressed firmly against the wall behind her. She stared defiantly at him, knowing there were only few options at this point. She could strike him but then where would she end up, in a cell? tried for treason? He wouldn't though, his pride wouldn't let him, that much she could tell. She amused him, that she also knew, she wondered what a strike to his manhood would do for his amusement?

His hands came up to either side of her head, locking her between him and the wall. "I do not appreciate insubordination." He told her, indignation in his tone. She merely rose a brow. She was going to say something to the contrary before his hand came up, grasping her throat. She stiffened but he didn't squeeze, instead his hand danced down her chest. "You were out of line last night." He whispered, leaning in close, causing her to stiffen even further were it possible. "You deserve punishment for defying your king." He said softer still, and she wished she could stop her heart from racing. She didn't want him to see her fear but her earlier anger gave way to it. "What do you suggest?" He said and pulling back enough to look in her eyes.
For some odd reason she felt this was a game, with specific rules of engagement, she needed to play this properly. She didn't want to end up in a prison cell, nor did she want to end up without a job, that and she didn't want to fail so soon. She knew and was told what he was, she wouldn't let this minor set back stop her. So she rose her hand instead of her knee, which was aching for justice and swiftly knocked his hand from her chest. " A dock in pay." She said, raising her chin. She had no place to move, they were face to face, so that when she rose her chin, she could feel his breath on her skin and surely he could feel the same. "Besides... you seemed to enjoy it when I am...'insubordinate'." She added with a defiant smile.

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Another day, another woman Brynjar brutalized. It seemed that his duties as king did not distract the man from the finer things in life he thought sarcastically with not a little anger. She had come to his quarters asking help and advice and he had given it to her in a manner that was becoming all too routine. He had given her a concoction of herbs already to ease the pain if nothing else. She had responded stiffly to his questions, though her sense of propriety made things slow going.

"Before this... Did you have your moon time recently?" He asked gently. She looked away.

"I stopped bleeding a few days before," she murmured. He sighed. Thank Artemesia for small miracles.

"I should examine you. I promise you, by Artemesia, it is only to ensure you are without tears or other injuries."

"No... Thank you Brother Beorn, but I am fine... I just... I know I am defiled already, but I am not injured there. I... Oh Brother Beorn, he will do this to so many others," she sniffled. Beorn sat beside her, offering her a hand to take as she sobbed in his shoulder. He made comforting sounds like one he thought a father or older brother might make. This situation called on him to play one role or the the other.

"God does not stand for such lawlessness. I promise you that he won't get away with this."

She looked away. He could tell she did not believe him.

"Get some rest. I will tell the servants you have taken ill. I must speak to the Patriarch."

Julius at least had the decency to help provide for the maids Brynjar harmed. A new life in a new place could save her from the stigma that Brynjar's rape of her would bring down upon her. But this could not go on. Surely the king did not mean for Brynjar to inherit. If he could prove Lelinus was meant to inherit... He sighed. He was supposed to be searching for the king's murderer, but what if it was all connected? No, that was his dislike, no, hate of Brynjar talking.

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"You are right. I am used to being untouchable when it comes to my brother's petty schemes. With him as king now, even my blood ties to him might not be able to keep me safe and others have less protection," Leo was quiet for a moment. "My father... In his final days my father showed more and more disappointment with Brynjar. I wish I could have spoken to him one last time... He wanted to tell me something important. I know it."

Ingrid reached out and took her husband's hand. "Whatever it was, we can't do anything about it now. We prepare for what's to come. My father is to leave today. Without him to watch over us, I fear Brynjar will only get worse. I somehow doubt taking his head will go down well with the court." Ingrid shifted on the bed as her legs started to go numb. "As I see it, the only thing to do is play his game. He intends to divide us, so we turn that against him. You and I, Tyr, Elska, Evagelina and Beorn, we must work together. I don't know how, but that is the only chance we have of surviving this. I..." her voice faltered, "I have seen the way he looks at me. I'm under no illusions as to his intentions if we were to be separated." Ingrid sighed and steeled herself. "We need to get everyone together, somehow, without arousing Brynjar's suspicions."

This was what she was good at; a plan of attack. Brynjar was the enemy and they were the army, small though they were. The only issue was the lack of weapons. She could hardly draw her sword on Brynjar and expect it all to be over. No, this was a battle that would require wit and wisdom to win it, and there were none better than her husband and her brother.

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Tyr had managed to shake off the worst of his hangover. He pulled his clothes on, dressing simply as he preferred to do when he was at home. He pulled a cloak around his shoulders and headed out, the four walls of his room becoming too much to bear.

He let his feet lead him where they wished. He didn't know the keep well and was content to wander it, so long as his path did not cross with Brynjar. As he walked, he saw a familar figure across the way. Elska. Tyr hurried his step, trying to catch up with her. "Elska. Lady Elska," he called as he approached. He held her arm gently. "Are you well?" he asked quietly. "Did Brynjar...did he harm you in anyway?"

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Image Brynjar watched her carefully as she suggested a dock in pay. He could tell that he had got under her skin. He wasn't sure what was keeping her. Any other woman in her position would have quit and left. Why was she so determined to stay? He shook his head slightly when she knocked his hand away. "Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy it." He brought his hand down to her waist and held her firmly. "But I will not be undermined in public." He pretended to mull something over before he completely invaded her space by stepping in close. Their bodies were pressed lightly against each other and he was pleased to find she was soft. It was one thing he loved about women, they were always soft.

"Instead of docking your pay," he began slowly, "how about a kiss instead?" his dark eyes were looking down at hers. "Nothing more or less, just one kiss." He enjoyed the power he held over her in that moment.

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"I'm fine." Her voice sounded oddly distant. "Really I'm fine. He did nothing to me." She said curtly. Yet, she thought a bit dismally. "Are you well?" there was a faint flush to Tyr's cheeks and she wondered just how much Tyr had drunk the night before. She refrained from reaching out to touch him. She forced herself to take a step back.

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"Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy it."Brynjar said, after shaking his head. His hand moved to her waist and gripped her firmly. She sucked in a breath. "But I will not be undermined in public." He said darkly and Evangelina could not fight the urge to swallow, as he pressed against her, after considering something. Perhaps he enjoyed her company too much.

"Instead of docking your pay," He began and Evangelina feared the worse, what would he make her do and would she do it, to keep her promise? The old man, as kind as he was...would not have wanted her to put her self, her virtue, in harms way, as surely he did not expect such things from his son but there was no one to reign him in, just as his younger brother said. "how about a kiss instead?" He said and Evangelina looked eye him, bewildered and her head cocked. "What?" She breathed a lot. Besides the absurdity of the request, it was just that. A request. He didn't move in to kiss her, though now he was firmly pressed against her, his hand invading her personal space but he didn't press for more when he had her at a disadvantage. "Nothing more or less, just one kiss." He said, adding to her confusion. He was trying to convince her for a kiss. He didn't just take one, when he had the opportunity. It struck her then. He wanted her to give in to him, that was the game he was playing, who would break first, either he would and stop harassing her, or she would, and give in to his whims, and allow him that power. Surely he wanted to kiss her but if he just took it, it wouldn't be what he wanted. Not from her.

She smiled, almost as if she was considering this and leaned up, her hand going to his at her waist and whispered. "A dock in my pay will do, I've learned my lesson." She said and leaned back as much as she could against the wall, her hand pushing his from her waist. but her eyes watched his regardless. She learned her lesson in deed. He wanted her to give in, he wanted the power over not her physically, or rather not JUST physically, but he wanted power of her resolve. She wouldn't give in, besides that deep down, she didn't want to end this game....as dangerous as it was. She wanted to win.

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Lelinus gripped her hand back, gazing at his wife. In his short time with her, he had grown to care for her a great deal. There was a strength and beauty about her that he could help but admire and the thought of her vulnerable under his brother's thumb enraged him. It was violent, fiery feeling he knew he could not translate into physical action, but it was there.

"I won't let that happen. I cannot," he told her. He wished he had a more compelling response. He was usually far better with words. Still, this was no time for clever words. Instead, he considered her words and nodded.

"That should be doable. The place has many rooms. I know of a chapel that hasn't been frequented much since a new one was built when my father was a young man. If we can arrange to head there at different points of time while my brother is distracted, we can come together to form a plan. There is also Duke Aethwulf. He was on my father's council and I know he dislikes Brynjar. He might know what my father had planned."

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"I won't let that happen. I cannot," Lelinus said. Ingrid looked into his eyes and found herself taken aback by the sincerity that she saw there. She felt something bloom in her chest; a warmth that unfurled and slowly filled her.

"That should be doable. The place has many rooms. I know of a chapel that hasn't been frequented much since a new one was built when my father was a young man. If we can arrange to head there at different points of time while my brother is distracted, we can come together to form a plan. There is also Duke Aethwulf. He was on my father's council and I know he dislikes Brynjar. He might know what my father had planned."

Ingrid nodded. She had always loved the moment when a plan started falling together. There was something delightfully giddy about it. This time was different though. They weren't planning a battle, but they were planning right under the enemy's nose. An enemy that had countless allies and potential hostages. "That could work. I can get word to Tyr easily enough. Brynjar won't think twice of me speaking to my brother. Elska too. Evangelina might be difficult if she has her duties to attend to. We will have to be careful with Aethwulf. If he's a noble, people might get suspicious if he's seen getting too close to us. Invite him this time." Ingrid ate, her mind ticking over as she ate. Stick together and then what? How could they be rid of Brynjar? That was the end goal after all. And that would leave...that would leave Lelinus to take the throne. That would make her..that would make her queen.

Ingrid tilted her head as she considered the idea. She had never imagined she would be queen of anywhere, nevermind somewhere like Byrdain. As far as she had cared before this, Tyr would be king, and she and Ull would have remained prince and princess. But now, now she was married to the heir assumed and plotting treason against his brother. Life could change a lot in six months. There was one obvious way that Brynjar was vulnerable. He had no wife and it was unlikely he was going to take one anytime soon. Kings needed heirs. "We do have one way we could..." Ingrid thought for a moment, trying to find the right words, "unsettle him in the meantime. If you are agreeable to it." Ingrid raised her eyebrow, her eyes twinkling in the early sunlight.


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Tyr pulled his hand back as though he had been burned when Elska pulled away from him. "I'm fine. Really I'm fine. He did nothing to me."

Tyr frowned. She didn't sound like herself. He wanted to didn't sound like herself. He wanted to push for more information, but he sensed that any prying would not go down well with Elska, not this early in the morning. "Are you well?" Elska asked as she took a step back.

Tyr raised his head, wondering what he had done to deserve this. He hadn't done anything to offend her last night, had he? They had always been close to one another. He had been as open with his affection with her as he had been with Ingrid. True, he had always hoped for more, but Elska had always treated him and Ull as brothers. She was as familiar to him as his own family, and they had never shied away from one another. Not like this. "I'm fine..." his voice trailed off, barely audible as he looked at his lifelong friend as though she were a stranger. He raised a hand a hand towards her, dropping it after a moments hesitation. "Elska, are you sure everything's... if it's not, we can go to Jorvik, it's not too late to change your mind about staying. He hasn't left yet." Even if not knowing if he would see her again would hurt him, it was better she was away from here and safe, than for her to stay and be hurt.

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"That could work. I can get word to Tyr easily enough. Brynjar won't think twice of me speaking to my brother. Elska too. Evangelina might be difficult if she has her duties to attend to. We will have to be careful with Aethwulf. If he's a noble, people might get suspicious if he's seen getting too close to us. Invite him this time."

"Fair enough. He doesn't need to have his hand held. That is why Father trusted him to lead the northern lords. As for Evangelina, Beorn could enlist her help. I would not look unusual for him to speak with her. He is quite clearly taken with her," he noted with some amusement at his friend's expense. He was impressed at how Ingrid was adapting to the circumstances they had to operate under. He watched her as she tilted her head. He could almost see her mind racing and he could not help but admire the way the dawn's light seemed to be caught in her eye.

"We do have one way we could..." She began, pausing in thought, "unsettle him in the meantime. If you are agreeable to it."

He caught on precisely what she meant and he felt his mind race with the implications of that move even as he felt himself become hot with the desire she kindled within him with her coy expression. Unable to resist, his hands moved gently over her nightclothes, fingers skillfully setting upon the task of undoing them, a confident smile on his face as he leaned to kiss her neck.

"If you are to be queen, it is about time I get into the practice of serving you properly," he murmured, thoughts drifting back to the excitement of their wedding night. He would do much better this morning.

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Patriarch Julius did not look up from his desk as he heard a knock on his door. He had just finished a letter to the Holy Chair notifying the See that he would be confirmed as Chancellor shortly. His face twisted. The self-important fools continued to regard his rise as an insult along with the nobility at court, but the joke was on them. He was the most qualified to be Chancellor and the one most qualified to be Patriarch. No one else could balance the tasks that he was entrusted with. He deserved to be named Cardinal and in the future, perhaps the Holy Father upon the Holy Chair. King Brynjar's reign would see to that. Could even the Holy Father afford to snub the trusted Chancellor of the prince of a mighty realm in the Faith's fold?

"Enter," he ordered impatiently, only slightly surprised when he saw Brother Beorn enter with a slight bow of his head.

"Ah. To what do I owe this pleasure? Is it the prince's business or the Faith's?"

"I suppose it would be the Faith's. Do you remember what Artemesia did to rapists in her armies?" he asked bitterly. Julius sighed, already knowing where this was going.

"She executed them. Quite creatively, in face, the blade swinging upwards from between their legs and through their skull. A harsh punishment for a harsh time."

"But the kings today can do as they like, it seems. Even if they have a man of the cloth as their advisor."

"It is a sad reality, but you know these people, Brother Beorn. Do you think there is outcry at court for a dishonored servant? Perhaps only among the most pious if that. And what would be gained from my condemnation? The loss of my office most likely and my head if I am unlucky."

"And you wonder why you do not rise beyond what the king can give you."

Julius held back his anger, but released as long suffering sigh.

"What do you want, Beorn?" he asked. The monk held his gaze.

"You arrange for the care of Brynjar's mistresses. You must send her somewhere else, give her the freedom to recover and start over wherever she wants. Within the church if she so desires. Or in a village with good land."

"And in such a situation where her honor is unquestioned. Yes, I know. Send her in to me tomorrow morning and I will make the arrangements if the king does not monopolize my time. Will that be all?"

"...Does God truly want Brynjar as king?"

"Mind your tongue and your thoughts. Yes, He does. If He didn't, Lelinus would be the elder and likely to survive past his 25th year. Now go," he ordered, picking up his quill to begin yet another royal order. The boy was lucky he was so forgiving. Another man would have rid himself of that turbulent priest.

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Image Elska saw the confusion and hurt flash across his eyes when she had pulled away and even took an extra step back from him. She didn't like this, she didn't like setting him ill at ease but what choice did she have? She knew a man like Brynjar kept eyes and ears everywhere. Tyr had always treated her with affection and respect that he had shown Ingrid, his sister. Elska knew even that could be dangerous fodder in the hands of a mad king. She felt her heart ache as he raised his hand and reached out to her, but dropped it after a moment. He seemed conflicted and she wanted to lay his worries to rest.

Tyr spoke up and Elska frowned. She suddenly questioned her own motives for staying. Was he trying to protect her, or just trying to get rid of her? She bit the thought down. It was ridiculous and born out of her unrequited and silent love. "No Tyr," she spoke more firmly than she had meant to. "I'm staying." She felt goosebumps flush across her skin and she folded her arms. "You and Ingrid are the only family I have left, if I go back with your father-" she paused. She would be impossibly alone there. Things would be cold. She would feel cold. 

Elska would rather live under the enemy next to the one person she loved most in the world than live out the rest of her life wondering what had happened.

"I'm staying Tyr." She spoke more softly and stepped across the distance between them. Her fingers itches to reach out but she resisted the urge. She had already gone on this long without saying or acting on her feelings, what was a bit more? 

"I know you don't approve of this choice, but imagine if our roles were swapped. You wouldn't hesitate to stay for me, and not even a water ox could drag you home with how stubborn you are." She gave him a sad smile. "Well lost Ull and I couldn't be there for him, I can't risk that again." She spoke softly incase there were any ears lingering about.

Elska stepped away from him again. The chill of the morning was settling uncomfortably in her bones. She shivered and the goosebumps erupted across her flesh once more.

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Image Brynjar wasn't surprised by her response, but he was a little disappointed. She gripped his hand tight and forced him to remove it from her waist. He gave her a roguish grin. If she had caved it would've been a little too easy. Evangelina had a fire burning inside of her. Brynjar wanted to tame that flame. He wanted to get her to submit to him of her own volition and not by force. It would be a better victory that way.

"Very well, a dock in your pay," he confirmed before finally allowing her some space. Without a word he turned from her and left his quarters to attend matters of state. Their game wasn't over for the day, she had merely won this round. Brynjar walked with purpose down the halls. The servants that crossed his path ducked their heads and veered to the opposite side of the hall in an attempt to avoid him. Brynjar had been known in the past to lash out at those closest to him when he found himself in a foul mood.

After a while he rounded the corner and saw Brother Beorn retreating from the Patriarch's study. He was such an odd little man. Brynjar knew that Beorn despised him nearly as much as Lelinus did. He waited until the priest was out of sight before he approached the heavy oak door. Brynjar didn't bother knocking; he was king after all.

"Good morning Patriarch," he seemed to be in a rather fine mood. "We do not have much time to waste," he came to stand across the desk from Julius but did not sit down. "I am now king, and I need to keep the throne secure. It's no secret that I've avoided the union of marriage in the past, but it is part of my duties to ensure an heir for the throne." He rested his palms on the edge of the desk. "It's time I get married, but it needs to be a match both the court and the church will support." Brynjar already had an idea for a candidate. If everything went according to plan he would succeed in ripping apart the Fjellborg line.

"You see much and receive divine inspiration, is there anyone you might suggest that I should take into consideration?" Brynjar never wasted time and quickly got to the point.

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To business. Julius liked that in a man and even more in a king. His mind raced as he considered possible matches for the king. He was a powerful prince, one whose attentions were not easily put aside even if unsavory rumors left the city's walls. He reached in his drawer for some reports he had prepared for this very purpose along with rough sketches and physical descriptions of the ladies in question.

"There is a plethora of ladies worthy of Your Grace's attention. You have my assurance that the Church in Byrdain will wholeheartedly support whoever you might choose. Each of these marriages are to good stock and will strengthen your reign in different ways. There is Lady Lysa Blackwood. House Blackwood remains House Forrester's, Duke Aethwulf's House's, main rival. If Duke Aethwulf is loved by all then Lord Ekbert is feared by all. Such a union would... ensure the loyalty of the North.

"Then there is Lady Augusta Bracken. House Bracken has secured for itself much land and many serfs over the years. Be warned, however. Augusta's previous marriage was annulled due to impotence," Here he smirked, "It was my judgement that she is as pure as the day Artemesia breathed life into her. Her husband attempted to appeal to the Holy Father, but plague saw him perish on his pilgrimage."

"You may wish to renew your family's claim on the Duchy of Valois. Lady Marguerite DuCapet is the daughter of the Viscount of Marseilles, vassal to the current Valmagne Duke of your family's ancestral lands and his second cousin. Duke Henri will not object if she arrives in Byrdain and her blood would strengthen your claim to the Duchy... If a sympathetic Holy Father were to hear your cause and Valmagne is otherwise occupied with her neighbors or an infidel incursion from the south. The Kingdom of Valencia and the Princes of the Kallachian principalities are already clamoring for a non-Valmagne Holy Father..."

"Then there is the Merchan Prince of Tulsa's daughter, Lady Esmeralda Anastas. All told, an innocent young thing. Her father would grant you a rich dowry in exchange for certain concessions for his fleet."

He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts, "If Your Grace desires true royalty, however, the Emperor of Valmagne remains loathe to marry any relations to a member of House Augustus and Valencia would demand certain privileges and promises. They would call you into war before you can call them. The Kallachians remain petty princelings on the level of your own vassals. There is talk of unity, but it is a fool's dream. I am eager to hear Your Grace's thoughts."

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"Very well, a dock in your pay." The King said and Evangelina allow herself to breath as he stepped back, giving her room to do so. She gave a slow bow with her head, as he walked out. He seemed to be disappointed in her answer and now in a foul mood. That was alright though because she won. She knew she won this round. That was just in though. It was a round, implying there would be many more to come before the game was over. What that meant,she didn't want to say.

She finished up with her work and made her way toward the monk's study. It was time for her daily lessons. She was making headway with reading the words. Writing them was a bit more difficult. She had a good teacher though. She smiled softly at the apple tree that told her she was on the right track and entered freely.

"Brother Beorn?" She called as she entered, closing the door behind her, the now familiar smells of oils, lemons, and other plant life, filling her lungs, and the humidity of the room sank into her skin. It might have been considered a little too hot had she not be born and raised in much hotter region.

She brushed her fingers over the plants, admiring them as she waited for him to appear, and when he did, he looked distraught. "Brother Beorn?" She asked, letting her hand fall from the lemon tree's leaves. "Are you alright?" She asked with a frown, the tension was practically bleeding from him. "What happened?"

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Image Brynjar glanced over the rough sketches that Julius had produced and listened carefully as he explained each eligible woman. Each one appealed to him, but they weren't intriguing enough to spark more interest over the end goal he already had in mind. He did however, pretend to mull over the information.

"Well I don't think we can afford to be dragged into a war right now so soon after declaring peace with Fjellborg," he said slowly. At least, not the war I want. He thought a little greedily. "I do not think Lady Marguerite would be a good match." He pushed her parchment aside and gazed at the other three. "I do not think Lady Augusta would be a good fit either, especially if her marriage was dissolved due to impotence. While I had no issues in that realm, I think bringing her into the royal family might stir rumors we'd rather avoid."

He looked over Lady Lysa and Lady Esmerelda. Brynjar was not fond of Duke Aethwulf and securing Lord Ekbert's loyalty through a marriage would be very advantageous. It might even allow Brynjar to push Duke Aethwulf out of the courts. It was a temping thought. He also knew that securing a large dowry through Lady Esmerelda would prove fruitful but at the same time he wasn't eager with the thought of returning any sort of favors. Brynjar hated owing others anything. He knew that the Prince of Tulsa would eventually cash in on the union for his benefit.

Brynjar thought for a few minutes more. "I did have one idea," he said slowly before moving to standing over by the window. "I have invited Lady Elska to extend her stay while the rest of the Fjellborgan guests return home today. I have been impressed with her in both her temperament and spirit. She is beautiful, and I think perhaps solidifying our union with Fjellborg would be a wise move. We all know that Lelinus does not have the strength in body to last, he was born sickly and I fear his life will be claimed by his ailments one day. When that day happens there will be not much to keep Princess Ingrid here and I should think she'd prefer to return to her snowy northern home. Our ties with Fjellborg would then be thin and I fear that it would send us back into a war with them." He looked over at Julius who had been listening quietly.

"Fjellborg was a formidable foe and has already proven to be an exceptional ally. If I were to make an offer for Lady Elska she would then be bringing Fjellborg blood into the Augustus line. While she is not from the royal family, she is still a noble from the House Agir and I have strong suspicions Tyr Jorvikson would never bring any harm to her regardless of his feelings for me. Our southern neighbors are growing restless and I fear they might take advantage of our weak state now that we have ended things between Fjellborg. I want to secure them as our ally and I see the best way to do it is through another union with Lady Elska." He paused. "Of course, this is merely what's been on my mind. Perhaps a union wouldn't be necessary. I would like to get to know Lady Elska better before making an offer." Tyr will not want me to monopolize her time. Brynjar thought with a wolfish grin. Tyr was here for Ingrid, and Elska was here for Tyr.

"What do you think of such an union?" it didn't matter too much watch Julius thought as his opinion wouldn't sway Brynjar one way or the other. However, it was important to keep the Patriarch in the loop and in Brynjar's pocket. The holy man had a great deal of power and influence that Brynjar didn't.

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Ingrid lay with her head on Lelinus's chest. She listened to the steady beat of his heart as they lay together, idly tapping the rhythm on his side. An irrational part of her wanted to stay in that bed all day, just her and Lelinus being in one another's arms. No outside world, no courtly politics. No King Brynjar. So long as they were inside these four walls, they were untouchable. They were just Lelinus and Ingrid, husband and wife. The simplicity sounded nice in Ingrid's head.

"We should dress," she said, albeit reluctantly. "I should be there to see my father off and you need to show me where this chapel is that we are to use." Although she said those words, Ingrid made no move to actually get out of the bed. If she stepped foot out of the bed, then everything that they had planned, everything that would happen, would be real. They would be plotting treason. It was such a loaded phrase; treason. How many people in history had been condemned for treason yet believed they were doing the right thing? She and Lelinus could not be the first. "We haven't moved. Tell me we need to move."


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"No Tyr," Elska said, her voice harsh. Tyr felt it like a slap across the face. "I'm staying. You and Ingrid are the only family I have left, if I go back with your father-" she paused. "I'm staying Tyr," she repeated softly.

Tyr sighed, his breath catching in his throat as Elska stepped closer to him. "I know you don't approve of this choice, but imagine if our roles were swapped. You wouldn't hesitate to stay for me, and not even a water ox could drag you home with how stubborn you are." She gave him a sad smile. Tyr smiled, the motion not quite reaching his eyes. "We lost Ull and I couldn't be there for him, I can't risk that again."

Tyr felt the pain of losing Ull all over again, as sharp as it had been the first day. "I failed Ull that day, not you. You cannot blame yourself for that Elska. You are innocent in that matter. I was his brother, in arms and life, and I was not there to fight by his side." He had barely noticed that she had stepped away until he looked up at her. He took a step forward. "Losing Ull was more pain than I thought I could bear. I could not stand to lose you as well, please tell me you will at least reconsider this insanity." Even as he said those words, Tyr knew that his plea was falling on deaf ears. She was at least as stubborn as Ingrid was. But, he reasoned, at least he could say he tried.

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