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the thunder of the drums dictates

"And you do not need to tell me today, give yourself some time to think it over."






Björn

where innocences burn in flames



His ears disappear into his inky unkempt mane as he is greeted with contempt. Her words seem bored as if the Ridge is not satisfying her every need. She has water, food and companionship from the other members of the herd. What else could she need? "Yea, it is me, your king," he says with an annoyed snort.


He does not understand her disdain for him, and honestly he did not care. She had been used as a bargaining chip, which he had accepted so that her father and her could have a place to live. "There are places on these Islands that are not as forgiving in the winter time," he says as he eyes her. "You could of ended up on Tinuvel where the grass is buried deep in the snow," he nods his head as his words fill the space between them.


"A bit of gratitude would be nice, for the King who has saved you from such a fate," he smirks, as he patiently waits for a thank you to fall from her lips.


Translation:

Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh

Bera Konung of the Ridge

brother to Ivar & Lagertha



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