MasukIsla is the unwanted daughter of her father and his second wife. Her days are spent in servitude while being ignored. The hope that she holds close is that she will be sold to another family to become their servant. Bjorn has assumed the role of jarl after his father's death. With his best friend by his side, he and Magnus take a tour of his lands and search for a bride. At the end of the tour, he is offered a quiet and shy woman, and he agrees to take her as his wife without meeting her. While in Londinium, Bjorn and Magnus sense their shared mate but are unable to find her before the rushed wedding. The two dragons continue to return to Londinium as they search for the unknown woman. Returning from their excursions, they discover that the quiet and shy woman is anything but quiet or shy. Isla is holding her own secrets while turning their world upside down. Finding their home in chaos, Bjorn calls on the one person who could bring the unruly Isla to heel. They soon find that not even Bjorn's headstrong and domineering stepmother can control his new wife. But she does reveal the secret that the young bride has been hiding...
Lihat lebih banyakIslaI fight with myself not to gasp at the ugliness that is meeting the beauty on her face. I have heard stories of Hel my whole life. I anticipated meeting her, but not while I was still alive.The ouroboros falls again, breaks, mends itself and returns to where it belongs. The goddess in front of us pays no attention to it. As if this is normal and occurs often. Not even the two skin and bone servants that remained flinch as the silver lands next to them. However, I doubt that much makes them move.“I am no death bringer.”Her voice is overwhelmingly powerful and somehow soothing at the same time as it moves around us. I feel it in my chest, down to my bones and it touches my soul. It is like an icy finger reaches into my heart and brings me comfort.“You, child of my brother, do you wish to remain with the one who nearly killed you?”“He would never kill me,” I assure her as I glance up at my mate.“Do not be so certain, child.” Her gaze moves from me to Magnús, and I also look at
BjörnWe follow Garmr across the golden bridge Gjallarbrú which spans the River Gjöll. The bridge is wide and arches high, preventing us from seeing what is on the other side of the great expanse. Looking up, we can see the roots of Yggdrasil, the world tree that links the nine realms together.The roots of the tree are nothing of what I had ever anticipated. They are a combination of the white and black trees that I have seen from Isla’s trees. Smooth roots with cold spikes are intertwined with rough and gnarled ones. It is then that I understand what she has tried to explain to me.Each depends on the other. The smooth roots do not go as deep as the gnarled ones. It is as if they balance each other; one going deep for stability, and the other staying shallow for the water they need to survive.Magnús stops and I look up at where his eyes focus. The large dragon, Níðhöggr, gnaws on the roots. He pauses as Ratatoskr, the biggest squirrel that I have ever seen, stops so that he can chi
MagnúsWe eventually get up and make our way down to the main floor of the hall. The smell of roasted meat and vegetables greets us as we descend the wide stairs. Björn walks on the opposite side of me, and we both hold Isla’s hands. This is where she should have been the entire time. Where she should remain until we take our last breaths.Jörmungandr and Arwyn sit on a wooden bench with plush cushions on the seat and back. A boy of about ten is telling them a story that he was acting out, complete with wooden sword. The boy spun in a circle, dropping the sword before running to wrap his arms around Isla’s waist.“I’m so glad that you came home! Móðir said that now that you’ve connected to your beast, you can come here and go see me at Fr&ael
IslaThere is no doubt in my mind that the woman standing in front of me is my mother. She looked much like my grandmother did when I was little. But where Grandmother had been harsh and cold, this woman, Arwyn, appeared kind and warm.I moved towards her, as if I was being pulled to her. Just out of arms reach, I stopped, uncertain if I should go any closer. Björn and Magnús followed me, standing so close that I could feel their body heat behind me. As usual, Björn was hotter than Magnús, this was how I was always able to tell them apart.Arwyn moved closer to me and lifted her hands to cup my cheeks. “My sweet baby girl. Are you really here? Finally, here with me?”Unable to trust my voice, I simply nod. She smiles brightly at me and her thumbs smear liquid across my cheeks. I was not even aware that I was crying. With a soft sob of her own, she pulls me into a hug. Giving in to my own sobs, I lay my head on her shoulder and wrapped my arms around her.A feeling that I have spent my
BjornServants from the Temple are sent over to dress me for my wedding. The young women wear the simple corset and skirts that are standard in the southern temples. Golden chains on their ankles show their virtue. Marks on their arms and backs indicate that they belong to the temple.None of them
IslaI remember the last time that I was in Londinium. Grandmother had taken me to the Dragon Temple. It was required for all girls to be presented to the Priestess before their ninth winter solstice.Since I was born on the morning of the Solstice, I had to go early. The priestess pricked my finge
BjornThe meal with the local lord is adequate, it lacks flavor and any real entertainment. He has invited every eligible maid to feast with us. So far, the only one that has piqued my curiosity is the widow with the young daughter. The widow has agreed with me that her daughter is too young, but s
IslaThe mornings were still chilly in the spring; small patches of snow remained in the dark shadows of the woods. I dug through a patch of the snow in the Black Woods to get to the cold root of the black tree. As the snow melted and the ground warmed up, I will have to dig deeper to get what I ne






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