ログインBjornWe returned to the temple hall the morning after the second night. The seer and priestess sit in almost the exact same places. Once again, the seer is tending the fire and the priestess…. It looks like she’s making a pair of socks but that is a very un-priestess-like thing to do.Magnus and I leave our large collection of weapons on the table and go sit by the fire. He taps my knee and makes a slight motion towards the priestess. She is indeed knitting a sock with a bone Newell needle. At least I am not the only one that thinks it is a bit odd.“We have come to a conclusion,” the seer says. “We shall travel back with you. After we have met this woman–.”“Isla,” we both say at once and the priestess smirks.“Yes, yes, this Isla. After we meet with her and speak with her, then we will tell you what you should do.”Silence fills the area. This is not at all what we were expecting. We thought that they would give us some sage words of wisdom. Advise us to either claim her or set her
Priestess HanneI have watched the two young males for the last two nights and days. They work well together. Share the responsibilities of their Thunder. Even watching them with the young boy, Lars, they are leaders. Protectors.The two men move in tandem, and I doubt that they even realize that they do this. In fact, while I watch them below, they move as one. As I stand at the railing and watch them eat the evening meal below, their moves have become synchronized. Reaching for bread at the same time, using the same hand. Taking a drink from the tankard in the other hand.Earlier today, while they trained with the other warriors that are here, I watched them fight as if they were one warrior in two bodies. They seem to communicate with each other without speaking. Dragons are not like other shifters; they do not have personalities and the ability to speak with their humans. They are beasts in every sense.Dragons will hunt and breed. They do not speak, they bellow and chuff. The hum
IslaA sennight has passed since the men left. During that time, the two brothers helped me with the garden and building a yard and house for the chickens. I chuckle to myself as I think of how confused they were when I started to cut the wings on the roosters.Sven and Tappen, along with their families, have been very kind. I learned that Vola is the daughter of their sister, she died two winters back and she returned to the village. The thought of having been welcomed like she was leaves me wondering how different I would be if I had a family that had wanted me.I don’t let my thoughts linger on this for long. There is no point in wishing that my father wanted me. He never wanted my mother, much less me. My mother’s death freed him from his obligation of the contract signed by my grandfathers with only one complication.Me. I am the complication that no one wanted.My grandmother did not want me, but she had no choice. My mother did not want me, everyone who knew her knew this. My f
MagnusI feel like leaving Isla at the farm without us is a bad thing. I don’t know why, but I feel like something is going to happen. Even my beast is upset with the idea of leaving.Bjorn sent me to the back of the ship because my beast was challenging his. Our beasts have never done this before. They have always gotten along. That is until Isla came into our lives.Maybe he’s right. Maybe we do need to get some space between us. Even if he is right, I still don’t like the idea.We are nearing Kaupang and the sails are pulled in, and I call for the oars to go in the water. Everyone on the ship believes that I am at the back to command the oars. This is probably for the best. No one else needs to know that Bjorn and I are fighting with our beasts. And each other.Bracing myself, I call for the oars on one side to come up. The oarsmen on the other side continue to pull and the ship begins to turn. We leave the fjord and enter the bay. At my command the oars return to the water and the
BjornEvery morning Isla gets up before the sun has risen. I really don’t know how she does it. She comes to bed before we leave for our nightly hunts and reads the books that were in her trunk that her father brought. They appear to be in the Anglican language, but I do not know enough of the script to read any of it.Often the tallow candle is still warm or smoking when we get back. If I were honest with Magnus, and with myself, all I want to do when we come to bed is bury my cock in her. But we cannot do that to her.If we set her aside, she needs to be intact. The southerners put more emphasis on this than we do. If she were the daughter of a Northman, we would bed her and think nothing else of it. Even if she had a mark, we could bed her since she does not wear purity chains.Since she is not of the Dragon Cult, we can do nothing but hold her. There is no way that I can tell Magnus that I also feel my beast bonding with her. Last night, when his beast went to her, I forbade mine
IslaThere is a pain that radiates from the mark on my arm. It is worse than anything that I have ever felt before. My whole body burns with excruciating pain that goes so deep that it seems to touch my soul.I curl in on myself, begging the gods to take the pain away. The salve does nothing. Even the larger piece of cold root does nothing. I found a bottle of some type of alcohol in the room, but even that does not touch it. Nothing is cutting through the pain.The moon is high in the sky, starting the descent to the other side of the world when the pain finally starts to lessen. My whole body is still tender, and it hurts to move. Vaguely as I become aware of the world around me once again, I feel the tears on my cheeks.Honestly, I do not know the last time that I cried. Maybe when grandmother died. Even then, it was not much. There had been shock, and then fear. Before the flames of the pyre had died down, I was being told that I had to leave.“You can’t stay here,” Lord Donovan h
MagnusI lay on my back in the hay above the horses with Bryndis riding me. Bjorn is between my legs entering her from behind. He holds a hand over her mouth to keep her silent.She has been between us hundreds of times before, and each time we have all found pleasure. Tonight, no matter how many t
IslaOver the last few years, I’ve learned how to hide the injury to my leg that healed wrong. It’s colder up here and I struggle not to limp with every step. The new clothes help. They are thicker and warmer.Today, I’m wearing a beautiful green dress with brown trim at the hem and sleeves. The sa
BjornWe hit rough seas once we left the shoreline. As long as we were on the river or on the shore at night, we could leave once Isla was asleep. She was still quiet and it was obvious that she truly was shy. Yet she seemed to relax once we were on the open sea.Unless Magnus or I were near her.S
IslaI stare at the second man and feel my jaw drop. Looking at him and then at my husband, I see an expectant look on both their faces. My father had never told me the name of my husband.Standing there, I couldn’t help but start laughing. As I sat on the edge of the bed, I removed the annoying ve







