Frankie
I pace back and forth in the drawing room, the past swimming through my mind. There is so much I miss about the life I once had. However, modern-day houses, clothing, and the way people talk are nothing new to me. I don’t have to get used to anything because I have lived through it all.
But I cannot deny that I miss the days when Björn and I would lie on furs in our longhouse after hours of making love to one another. I miss the hot springs where we would bathe, how I would wash his hair, and the way he would close his eyes as I worshipped him. I miss our people and everything we have lost thanks to Gunnar and his selfish desire to rule the world around him.
The only comfort I have now is knowing that Björn is alive, even if he is Neil right now. Also, that Sven is still with u
