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Chapter Sixty: Terms of Strength

Author: Lyanna Rose
last update publish date: 2026-06-14 03:02:54

The northern stronghold's negotiation chamber smelled of pine resin and cold stone, a space designed to intimidate, with its vaulted ceiling lost in shadow and torches that seemed to swallow light rather than cast it.

Natasha sat at the long ironwood table with her spine straight and her green eyes steady, despite the ache in her shoulders from two previous rounds that had stretched across days.

Ragnar occupied the head of the table like a wolf surveying contested territory. His gray-streaked h
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