those who resided in Hedeby had stood at her side to
slay the tyrant who had sought to break Lagertha's ᴍɪɢʜᴛʏ
spirit, matchless by any other. but was she prepared to rule
the settlement? to inherit the power those around her had
not dared to challenge as their right? sovereignty would fall
to her, rising to the occasion, tight, confining braids r e l e a s e d
to allow flaxen strands to cascade down her shoulders.
( her trust in the Gσ∂ѕ
had P R E V A I L E D . )
the injuries upon her face began to mend, able to smile
the slightest bit without causing a wince of pain, returning
to the seemingly menial task of turning thread into garments
at her loom. freedom was the crash of her chains colliding
with the earth to couple with the thud of Sigvard’s frame.
lost in her reverie, she did not hear
the servant girl enter her space until
her soft, meek voice graced her senses.
❝ my Lady, there is someone here to see you. ❞
despite what bewilderment would course through her frame,
the words were acknowledged with a nod, dismissing her with
gentle words of gratitude. & as she exited, Lagertha pivoted
to view her visitor, her previous perplexity was shown clearly
on her furrowed brow.
❝ —- Rollo ?
Do you bring news of Kattegat? ❞
why else would he be here?
had poor fortune befallen her former home?
what of her son ?