Y/n's steps echoed in the long hall as she walked towards the great hall. It wasn't only her feet that clashed against the stony flooring, one of the soldiers ,Lance, was escorting her. Y/n couldn't help but to frown when she saw the amount of soldiers standing in the hallway. Usually it was only one soldier between each lit torch on the wall and one by each door. However now two soldiers stood between each lit torch and two soldiers stood by the main door to the great hall. Everyone with full armory.
The soldiers opened the door, only to reveal two more soldiers by the door on the other side. More soldiers was standing in the room by the walls as her father, the King, and Patric her fathers second in command over their army. Yet their presence wasn't the reason to her breath hitching in her throat; it was the foreign man standing infront of them. When she walked inside he had turned around and a smirk was soon present on his lips. His arms were chained behind his back, bald head, long scruffy beard but piercing blue eyes that sent chills down her back.
"Y/n, glad you could join us." Her father said as he smiled at her kindly. Y/n tried to breath again, this time with success, before walking up to her father but carefully keeping a distance to the scruffy man. "May I introduce you to our guest. Y/n this is Ragnar Lothbrok. Ragnar meet my daughter Y/n." Her father said and Y/n looked at Ragnar whose eyes hadn't left her since she entered the room. His eyes had roamed her body, dressed in a long pale blue dress as her long hair fell over her chest. Ragnar's tongue had stroked his bottom lip a few times. Y/n only gave him a nod which he returned.
"It's a pleasure to be meeting you princess." Ragnar said with an accent she never had heard before and smirked before looking at the King. "I don't see why we shouldn't come to an agreement." He continued and Y/n frowned as she looked at her father who avoided her eyes. The King cleared his throat as he looked at the ground. Y/n looked at Patric who gulped but looked her in the eyes.
"What agreement father?" Y/n asked with a frown. Her father took a step closer to her and took her hands in his large and rather warm ones.
"Ragnar and I have come to an agreement to secure the future of our Kingdom." Her father began and Y/n looked at him before looking behind him, meeting Patrics eyes once again. "We have decided to join our forces." Her father continued and Ragnar smirked.
"And you play a very important role in that." Ragnar spoke up with a smirk. One couldn't believe that he was chained, his disrespectful manners towards the princess, interrupting the King and his eyes that kept ogling the princess body. He acted like he held a sword to their throats.
"What important role father?" Y/n asked, trying to keep the confidence in her voice but she couldn't help but to feel worried. She knew what her father was willing to do for his kingdom, something she adored yet she didn't know about the limitless will to keep their kingdom safe, or himself safe.
"You will marry one of Ragnar's sons." Her father said and her eyes wide as she pulled her hands away from his fathers grip. The king kept a neutral face which agitated her. She looked at Ragnar who smirked.
"Don't worry princess, we might not wear pure gold and you won't be treated like a princess by my son however you'll be treated like a Queen." Ragnar said and she only looked at him with wide fiery eyes which he found amusing.
"I won't marry one of your pagan sons!" She exclaimed, not approving of their agreement even if she knew her voice didn't matter. "Father, how can you allow a proposal like this? I'm your daughter and you're going to send me off with men like that! Just look at him, he smells worse than our pigs out in the yard and not of mention the lack of mannerism!" She raised her voice and Ragnar only kept smirking.
"Enough Y/n!" Her father said, also raising his voice. Y/n only snorted before almost running out from the room.
"Pleasure meeting you princess, I'll guess we'll meet again." Ragnar said behind her as the soldiers didn't even care to stop her and opened the doors for her.
"Over my dead body,"
When the sun had been replaced by the moon Y/n was walking down the same hall towards the great hall again. Her maid, Violet, had told her that their guest had left shortly after she had returned to her room with a hand full of soldiers. Y/n had been called once again by her father and she had prepared for his outburst but she wouldn't just sit there and listen. The agreement involved her, her father was selling her for the kingdom. She knew people would die if she didn't but it was the fact it didn't seem to bother her father to give her away. He had treated her like the fabric, meat and every other thing their people sold on the market.
The amount of soldiers in the hall had gotten back to the usual and the doors was opened for her and soon she faced her father. He sat in his throne with a golden goblet filled with wine as he stared into thin air.
"How dare you!?" She began and felt anger being pumped through her veins as she looked at him. Her father didn't say anything and she started to walk towards him in a fast pace. "Treating me, your own flesh and blood, like something materialistic you just can sell to the best buyer!"
"Y/n-"
"I knew you would do a lot for the sake of this kingdom but to force me to marry that disgusting foreign man's son-!" She begun but the sond of her fathers fist colliding with the armrest made her close her mouth. She clenched her jaw as she looked at him, eyes filled with fire.
"Enough Y/n. Ragnar Lothbrok is the worlds most dangerous man out there that breaths. His men will slaughter us all, rape our women and burn everything to the ground over and over if we're not agreeing to this proposal that's why I agreed to it!" The kings voice boomed through the large room. "I'm thinking about all the people I swore an oath to protect!"
"But what about me father!? You've swore to protect me, your only daughter and only child but you still agreed to sent me away to the people you say would slaughter, rape and burn all of us over and over!" Y/n was yelling again and her father only rolled his eyes.
"Ragnar has guaranteed me your safety as long as you marry one of his sons." The king said and she snorted.
"Why wasn't I informed earlier? Why didn't you ask me what I wanted?" Y/n asked even if the answer was still clear as a day to her. She just needed to hear her father say those words to her face.
"Because you have no say in these matters, you're 16 and just a young girl!" Her father said and her face scrunched up in disgust. His words stung her heart and she looked him in the eyes.
"You disgust me. I don't even know who you are anymore, mother wouldn't me proud and I'm happy she's dead so she doesn't need to hear what her husband just said to their shared daughter!" Y/n spat, venom dripping from her words before she walked out. The King's eyes twitched from her words but he took a gulp of wine as his eyes followed her.
"She wouldn't be proud to hear what her daughter said. The decision is made and you have to live with it!" Her father yelled and she quickly stopped to turn around, looking at him both with sadness and anger in her eyes.
"Christian, walk Y/n back to her chambers. She's tired and needs to be well rested for her wedding in the morning." The king said, his voice calm and cold as his face was stern. The soldier nodded before walking the Y/n outside. Y/n only shook her head disapprovingly as her body shook from anger.
Before the sun had the chance to bless them with their presence Violet had rushed inside the room to wake the princess. Y/n had only groaned, eyes puffy from the long night filled with tears streaming down her cheeks. Violet embraced the young woman in her caring arms as she rocked her from side to side as Y/n started to cry again.
"It will be okay princess. You're strong and smart. Don't let them break you." Violet said as she rubbed her back. Y/n just nodded as she felt her body growing number. After a while Violet got her out from the bed to prepare her for the wedding. The old maid couldn't believe the king. Not only did he force her daughter to marry a strange pagan man but also without meeting him. Violet didn't show her princess the bitter taste in her mouth from the thought of the King wanted it to quickly be over. A knock was soon heard and Y/n only hummed. Patric peeked his head inside.
"Your grace, it's time." He said and Y/n let out a heavy breath. "Your escort to your wedding is awaiting you outside the castle. Your father is already there waiting for us to join him."
Y/n nodded after a while and Violet followed them down the hall as it was soon time for a final goodbye. Y/n's heart ached the colder they got to the escort. The people of their kingdom was watching with wide eyes as they saw their princess leave them, some knowing she wouldn't return.
"Do you know with whom I'm marrying?" Y/n asked Patric.
"Ragnar mentioned someone by the name of Ivar." Patric began. "I just want you to know how much everyone int he kingdom appreciates what you're doing for it." He said as they reached the escort. Y/n's eyes widen when she saw about ten foreign pagans and Ragnar standing by two horses; one for her and one already occupied by her father.
"Pleasure meeting your again princess." Ragnar said with a smirk.
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idk, sorry if this is confusing and sucks.... wrote it in like ten minutes. Planned to write a second part.
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