Can love really transform you into Better or worse?
{Worth binge reading}
Will Ivar, the ruthless handsome Viking fall in love with Nova, a French princess who is polar opposite to him? A historical fiction based on the year of 1000 AD, this story...
Ivar and Hvitserk have a heated argument in the throne room.
"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TALK TO ME LIKE THAT, I AM YOUR BROTHER!!" Hvitserk screams
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"Oh don't be a pussy Hvitserk" Ivar scoffs as he sits on the throne, "You know I am the better one, our father predicted that I would be the one to further his legacy!"
"WE BOTH ARE SONS OF RAGNAR LOTHBROK! YOU ARE NO SUPERIOR TO ME!" Hvitserk screams as he moves towards Ivar in anger and looks deep in your eyes, 'IVAR, FOR THE LAST TIME. I AM YOUR BROTHER!"
"You demanded my presence?" Nova says as she steps into the throne room with an air of flawlessness around her as both Ivar and Hvitserk turn to look at her
"Yes I did, my love" Ivar says as he smiles
Hvitserk looks back at Ivar and say, "Ivar, I swear..."
"Leave" Ivar says with an attitude to Hvitserk, "I need sometime alone with my woman" Ivar smirks as he takes a sip of his drink
Hvitserk grunts in anger as he tightens his fist and leaves immediately.
I am astounded by watching the two brothers howl at each other like wolves, ready to kill each other off
"What was that about?" I say as I walk towards Ivar who sits on the throne, drinking from his mug
"Oh don't worry about that. He will learn to behave" Ivar says with devilish look in his eyes
"You wanted to see me?" I ask
"Yes. I always want to see that pretty face of yours" Ivar says as he looks up with a raised eyebrow and stretches forth his hand for me to take it, and I do so.
He takes my hand and kisses it softly, and asks "Where were you?"
"I was with Torvi, hunting a hare" I say as Ivar seems amused. It is just the two of us into the throne room and it seems really quiet around us as we nearly whisper to each other
"Sit here" Ivar says as he slaps his lap, asking me to sit on him
"Ivar, that's the king's..." I say but Ivar interrupts
"Come, sit" Ivar insists as I finally give into his demand
As I sit on his lap, Ivar takes a deep breath in and smells my hair as I grip his arm tightly
