"And what happened then?" He obviously knew that she was referring to her. Ronja gave a deep sigh as if her heart was burdened down by the thoughts.
"I was raised there, trained with them. Learned the way to fight, the way of the true Gods."
⚠️Warni...
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Her eyes flutter and hands latch onto the chains holding her. She struggles with her arms in the wrong angle almost at a point of breaking if pushed back. Her legs kick out, toes barely touching the ground.
"I would stop struggling if I were you," a gruff voice echoes. Her dark eyes squint on the horde of muscles before her. The bald man almost bear-like pushes his axe into his hold as if to intimidate her. The dark-haired woman raises an eyebrow.
"I guess she's not intimidated by you, Bjorn." Her dark brown eyes latch onto the image of the man she was supposed to kill. His bright blue eyes search hers. Then he leans on his bound legs, "Now tell me why were you going to kill me?!" The woman turns her eyes void of emotions.
"How did you get in?" The blonde woman next to Bjorn asks. Gunnhild takes a menacing step forward, the tall woman makes eye contact and smirks. Over confidently as the queen of Kattegat. The dark-haired woman stretches her legs. And then she snaps them up wrapping them around the woman's smug face. Her legs tighten on her throat as the big man steps forward.
"One-step and this pretty gal will end up with a broken neck." Bjorn narrows his eyes as his wife struggles to get away from the constriction. The room is surrounded by laughter. Ivar the Boneless is laughing, his head thrown back and a grin formes on his seductive lips.
"Damn, elska you're a spitfire." The door bangs open before she gets a chance to spit an insult in his face. A tall man with brown long hair steps into the room followed by a blonde woman. And she recognizes the woman very well. The ex-wife of her father Torvi. And she loathes her for leaving her people to suffer.
"I would recognize those eyes anywhere." She exclaims and steps more into the room. The woman tightens her grip on Gunnhild's throat, she was outnumbered and chained.
"What are you doing here, Ronja?" The brunette woman scoffs. Her hands tighten onto the chains. She was weakened from the fight and now she failed a mission. They weren't holding a knife to her throat, but she knew that they might as well be doing just that by the way, the surrounded her.
"You should not put my name into your mouth you hóra." Ronja takes a much-needed breath. She didn't really, have anything against the woman except that she stole her mother's lover and made her an unwanted child. Well then maybe she had some things against her. The brown-haired man scoffs and Ronja realized that it was Ubbe.
"Who sent you to kill me?" Ivar pushed the attention back onto himself. His blue eyes were very curious. They shone more than morning sky and his dark hair was pushed back and a smug grin appeared. Ronja turned towards him, why did Gods make him this handsome.
"Nothing personal, just a job." There was a small lie in that sentence. She was here for personal reasons also. Not only for the people he tortured but also for her.
"And who is the person who paid you, mind if you would tell me his name?" Ronja shook her head, this was frustrating. She hated the position she was in, seemingly so weak. She was not weak.
"I don't know his name." Now that was another lie. Ronja looked around the room, her brown eyes searching. Dark hair swaying almost putting Ivar into a trance. She was different then Viking women. Not only the dark hair and complexion but also the way she talked, more like those English ladies he had slain.
"Oh, really so you suddenly lost your memory?" Her brown eyes snapped to his, and he could tell that this woman had enchanted many men. Her wild brown main made his hand twitch, but that's not what brought attention to her beauty. No, it was the twitching in his pants. Something that made him so surprised he almost fell from the chair he was sitting at.
"No that would mean I would forget your sins." And Ivar could tell just by that sentence that this was personal no matter how she tried to tell herself otherwise. The scorching eye contact was broken by the struggling woman between her thighs.
"I let her go and you unchain this." Bjorn nodded his head impulsively, and the woman named Ronja let the tall woman go. Torvi stepped forward as Bjorn went to unchain her.
"Leave the shackles on. It will slow her down." Ronja sent a sinister look towards her. "Don't worry shackles won't stop me from killing you while I run from this place!" Ivar let a grin overtake his features as he adjusted his sitting position, the stirring in his pants still making him uncomfortable. Was she a witch, cursing him with the feeling he rarely felt so he would let her go? Blinded by the feeling of being a man?
Bjorn left the cuffs, but he let her down from the hanging position. She stretched the handcuffs showing the space the chains had. "I could easily strangle you with these you know that right, King Bjorn." She practically mocked the title, an act Ivar thoughtfully enjoyed. Everyone in the room seemed to rather ignore the act. Gunnhild stepped forward her hand gripping the chain.
"Don't worry in the cells you'll have enough time to remember who sent you here to kill Ivar." Ronja gave a vicious smirk, and then it all went down so fast that all of them only got to straighten.
She pulled at Gunnhild's hand with the chains and then her chain hooked behind her head. Bending the blondes head forward she hit her knee to her nose. There wasn't any fracturing noise so it wasn't as powerful impact as she hoped but she could immediately see the blood. She grinned and looked down at the woman.
"That was for the headache." Ivar's laugh boomed through the room. On a prisoner, he seemed to be very comfortable. Ubbe advanced forward careful to grab her by her arm and threateningly showed her the ax at his hip. She could hear a commotion behind her and realised they were probably pushing Ivar with her. As he pulled, she looked at his wife. Torvi made unsure eye contact and Ronja bared her teeth at her almost animal-like. Torvi recoiled back as if she shot an arrow at her head. Ubbe seemed to tighten his hold and pushing her forward quite strongly.
Once she walked outside, her hand wanted to reach and cover her eyes. The sun shined down at her, and it made her realise that she must've been out for almost a day. Her eyes searched over the landscape thinking about a possible escape. Just then when she realized that she would either have to climb or swim, someone else caught her attention. The fierce shieldmaiden she once met did not seem as strong anymore. The woman looked weak, her skin pale, and her hair grey. They made eye contact and Lagertha's brows furrowed. Of course, Lagertha seemed to know who she was in an instant. You could not forget a strong persona as Ronja that easily. She remembered the time they met.
Lagertha was still married to Sigvard when they met. Her former husband requested Ronja to murder one of his enemies and they met as he was celebrating his victory. The two women seemed to have an understanding of each other. Lagertha gave a questioning look at her son, but it wasn't answered as he pushed both her and Ubbe forward. They were led to the familiar door cell and two guards secured her chain to the metal bar. She blinked rapidly as they secured Ivar opposite of her. They were going to share a cell? Was she supposed to look at his face for days? He seemed to make himself comfortable as he smirked her way. Ronja gave an annoyed sigh as an answer to her gods.
