_{victory had been achieved, Kattegat falling to its
        rightful governance once more with Ragnar at the
        helm & Aslaug seated at his side. the twinge of stale
        blood remained woven with the small breeze that
        caressed flaxen locks as hands have not done in so
        long, the recent sacrifice still a potent memory in the
        forefront of her mind. pride may swell in the shieldmaiden’s
        chest at her son’s growth, how his path appears just as
        blessed as his father’s but it is the crippling nature of the
        blow his absence will cause her joy to be short-lived.} 

        _{comfort could only be sought in the company of one
        woman she was bound to, not by blood —- by circumstance.
        almost sisterly affection would seep from Lagertha’s pores
        in Siggy’s presence, especially when her state of mind
        required a more humble state of company rather than
        the crowded hall just yards away. knuckles rapping against 
        the door would mark her arrival, awaiting entry as it
        would be granted.}