Their closeness causes his heart to thunder wildly against his ribs in a quick staccato. Her scent is sweet like the Holtasoley of his Norðurland, the petals are stark white against the rugged tundra grasses. A soft smile curls his lips as she lingers there, her gilded skin pressed tightly against his. The moment is not forever, but he can feel the emptiness when she finally retreats. His glacial eyes settle on her dark chocolate gaze as it turns from delight to worry, as he informs her of his withdrawal.
Her tone is stern and her words are ominous as she lays out a warning for him. You need to be careful. The words are stern and meant to warn him of Warsaw. Björn raises his head proudly, he does not fear Warsaw. It is not out of a cockiness but a confidence in knowing that age is not on the Inlet King's side. He senses a weariness in the Inlet King, a weakness that would soon expose itself. This War of pride and pettiness would be his undoing.
"The Norns, decide my fate, so I do not fear," it is not the way of his people. They are warriors, tried through ice fire and only the strongest are allowed to join bræðralagið.
Björn led his bræðralagið, into many battles. He has seen the atrocities of war, felt the crunch of another's skull beneath his hooves. He does not fear the ailing Inlet King, nor will he bow to him. He is bera kappi. And he fears no man.
Translation:
Norðurland: north land
bræðralagið: brother hood
bera kappi: bear warrior
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh
Bera Konung of the Ridge
brother to Ivar & Lagertha
