Berserker
"It is only a restorative tea. If I wanted to kill you, I would do it in battle, not by cowardly poisoning."
His lips twitched at the thought. "You still think you could best me, little girl?" he asked, unable to resist goading her a bit, but finally taking the cup from her hand. She may be his mate, but he would not allow himself to be completely henpecked like his brother was with Liv. He was a warrior, by the gods.
Ulfhild's light brows slammed together. "Had my father not interrupted us this morning, I may have. I may not be as big as you, but I am fast and, obviously, cleverer. You were starting to get winded."