Faint Of Heart [Ivar x Reader]

Chapter 16

"I can help you if you translate this to me."

He didn't even raise his head, "Hm?"

"I can help you with this- where is the rest that shows their income when you're not on a raid?"

"Y/N-"

"Where is it?"

"On the table, but-" he was cut off when you got up from the bed, and made your way to the table, making him heave a sigh. You could feel his intense gaze on you, watching your every move but you forced yourself to focus on finding what you were looking for.

"That's way too troublesome." Ivar commented, "I'd rather deal with the raid instead."

"Some of your people aren't warriors," You reminded him, "And I should learn of the finances and the treasury, if I will be responsible of everything while you're away."

That seemed to make him smile a little and you raised your head from the rune sticks, smiling back at him.

"What?" You asked and he shook his head.

"Nothing. You will grow weary of it very soon."

"Contrary to what you seem to believe, I wasn't only educated in sewing." You shot him a reprimanding look, "I know how to deal with treasury, all the princesses know."

Ivar held up his hands, mocking surrender, "Very well then."

"Is it alright if I have Gala translate these for me?"

"It's not as if they're very important," Ivar shrugged, "You will get bored though."

You grabbed the quill and the ink pot along with your parchments .

"How am I supposed to rule when you're away?"

"But will you write me?" You insisted, tears filling your eyes once again as Bree squeezed your hand. Your bedchamber was empty, and all your trunks were already in Ivar's ships-

Your husband's ships.

Oh God.

"You write me first," she said, "So that I can know whether you're well or not, Y/N. Remember, if you write; "I miss the warm weather"-"

"It means he's planning an attack."

"And if you write I'm grateful for the furs-"

"The ships are already on the way, I memorized everything don't worry." You swallowed thickly, "What should I write if I'm unhappy though, Bree?"

Bree heaved a deep sigh, "Y/N..."

"I- I don't know what to do...at night." You whispered, "I know you taught me some things but I don't think I can do them and- and-"

"Y/N, stop worrying about that."

"Do you know what mother told me?" You asked her, "She told me to please him, that it would work on my own benefit. As if that's the only thing that matters, as if- as if my comfort means nothing to her."

"Don't listen to her."

"That's what everyone thinks." You commented bitterly, "My mother, my brother...everyone around me. Everyone in Kattegat will think the same, my husband included."

"You don't know that, Y/N."

"You and I both know Vikings care very little about feelings, if at all."

Bree opened her mouth, but stopped when somebody knocked on the door, then opened it.

Your brother's men.