"Father!" You protest but he pulls you away before you can get anything out and you turn your head to look at Ivar and watch as his hand clutches around his crutch, his knuckles turning white as he holds back a scream, you can only assume.
Once you leave the hall, your wrist is let go of and you slowly walk with your father. The light rain that had started last night had never stopped and it chills your warm skin as your feet splash in mud filled roads.
"I have told you time and time again to stay away from that man! Have I not?" Your father scolds and you look over at him and sigh.
"Yes." You mutter, rolling your eyes as you continue to walk. He had no clue about you and Ivar, the thing going on between the two of you. It started not long after your fathers hatred of the young prince started.
He may of hated Ivar but he adored Bjorn and didn't mind Hvitserk, Ubbe or Sigurd. The only reason he favored Bjorn was because of the promise made between Ragnar and himself.
He helped Ragnar train his men when Bjorn was still young and in return he asked that once his first daughter was born, Bjorn would take their hand in marriage.
So your future was set for you before you were even conceived. You were to be the wife of a king one day once Ragnar died.
He didn't like that Ivar had become so close to you. He hated that you would rather spend your time with a cripple who would most likely kill you if he had the chance then a proper man who would treat you right. The first time he ever met Ivar he saw the violence behind his bright blue eyes, they were full of life, opposite of what he would bring those who opposed him.
You had been so lost in thought about this you didn't even realize you had arrived to where you normally train with Bjorn. Your father had walked off at some point and you look over to see Bjorn sitting on a log with a cup of mead.
He smiles as he spots you and you give a soft smile back to him. It wasn't that you hated the man, he was rather kind to you and everyone else, but you were just extremely conflicted between his care for you and Ivars.
"It's good to see you." He beams as he wraps you up in a large hug, rubbing the back of your head with his thumb.
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"You as well Bjorn." You grin as he lets you go and walks over to grab you a bow and a few arrows.
"I figured we'd do some archery today." He smiles and hands you the weapon, taking your sword and leaning it on a nearby log.
"Great! I love archery." You laugh and does as well as you make your way towards the targets and get ready.
You pull your bow up to aim, taking soft breathes as you focus on the middle of the target. Slowly, you pull your arm back and time everything to your breath. You let go of the sting at the same time you breathe out, hitting it right in the middle before you quickly move down the line of targets and do the same.
