Her Alpha Warlord

Episode 9

Blair kicked and screamed all the way as Cahir threw her over his shoulders and marched right out of the service followed immediately by his men and princess Danielle's surprised father.

Cahir was hardly affected by Blair's scratches and flying fist as he was a man of war used to way worse blows than she thought she was inflicting on him.

Neither was he put off by her screams and curses to get him to put her down, mainly because it was Ulf who had desired to whisk her off and it was he who had taken the slightly less than refined way of doing things.

"Put me down you goddamned deaf halftroll before I do some..."

Cahir turned to three of his men, the only ones who came besides Vlod, to instruct them completely ignoring Blair's words as though they were nothing but background noise. "Saddle the horses and bring them straightway, we leave immediately."

Then he turned to Vlod "Tell her father that I am returning immediately and no, nothing would make me change my mind. We had a deal, make sure he signs it and return to me with the contract."

Vlod nodded and went to meet the said man.

To say that Blair was enraged by that total lack of response would be a measure of understatement.

How dare he ignore her like the hardheaded caveman that he was?

She angrily shook her whole body almost dislodging her frame if not of Cahir's excruciatingly tight grip on her body.

Smack!

Cahir's palm came down painfully on her buttocks stinging a bit and only because the heavy folds of her clothes had cushioned the hit, somewhat.

"Be still." Cahir commanded in a tone that immediately froze her limbs. Blair could not see his face but the voice that came out of his mouth was not human. It was deep, and somewhat of a snarl. It sent all sort of tingles down her spine and made her obey even before her mind could catch up with the instruction.

When Blair finally realized that she had obeyed without question, her face flamed in anger. Who the hell was he, thinking that he could order her around?!

"How dare you spank me, you asswipe." She cried out in anger then kick her leg into his stomach for good measure. Unfortunately, he caught her leg before it came in contact with his trunk.

"Don't test me, dear wife." Cahir said in a tone of finality and Blair knew without a single doubt, even though that she had just met the man (or beast), that he meant his unspoken promise.

She reluctantly stayed nice and quiet till the horses were brought. While she thought up ways to deal with Cahir Willulf.

*****

Blair was badly terrified as the beast beneath her moved forcing her whole body to rise and fall each passing second.

She closed her eyes tightly and held Cahir's dress shirt in a death grip, knuckles white and numb as she was being jostled pretty badly on the wide ride.

Man, was the man fast. The barbarian!

Cahir's face was hard and closed off and he seemed not the least bit bothered by his new wife's fear of horses.

Needless to say, Blair stayed in that stiff and uncomfortable position for the rest of the ride. She was more than glad when the horse finally came to a still and the world stopped tilting on its axis.

Her limbs had turned to molten magma by the time that her feet touched the ground again and she sat on the bare floor whimpering to herself as the horses were led away.

Cahir looked at his mate beyond puzzled at her reaction when she was first placed on the horse. He could have sworn that if he wasn't there, she could have just just threw herself off the stallion or she would have gotten herself thrown off by the horse with how loud she was about to shriek before he clamped his hand down on her lips.

Weren't European royalty all trained in the act of horse riding since they could walk? What the heck was her reaction about?

He had noticed how still and pale she was the whole ride and nothing usually ever escapes his notice even when he pretended not to be looking.

He let her clutch his clothes even though her nails dug into his pecs. He also might have felt somewhat smug to see a lady, an actual Lady, cling to him for safety.

Cahir watched his mate's profile whilst she tried to catch her breath. She was still very much pale, her already smooth and pale skin turning as white as paper.

With how she was slightly shaking and crying to herself, she must really have been so scared.

He had the urge to reassure, to make her feel better, to hold her in his arms and pat her hair till she was trembling no more, but something held him back.

His demons, his fears, held him back.

Why embark on a journey you are sure to fail at? So he had kept quiet and let her clutch him. What could he do anyways? He had no pretty carriages worthy of a princess.

Everything about him was hardened and rugged and if she was hoping to spend the rest of her life with him she had best learn that fact now.

When Ulf was sufficiently satisfied that she could stand on her own, Cahir gripped Blair's hand and pulled her up, lifted her and threw her over his shoulder.

Tears streamed down her face as Blair let her new husband lift her like some sack of potatoes.

Forced to face a fear that she never knew that she had before now was frankly exhausting both physically and mentally and she could not muster up the courage to say a word to her supposed husband, talk less of throwing a tantrum.

She wasn't sure she could walk just yet so it was just as well.

Cahir carried her into the building that stood in front of them, a super high and huge longhouse sort of house made of bricks and wood. It was magnificent compared to all the houses they had come across of on the way but Blair didn't notice any of that.

*****

By dinner time, Blair was more than refreshed. Earlier, Cahir had taken her in, introduced her to his sister who seemed to have been waiting for their arrival and had taken her straight to a room to abandon her.

He left immediately after that and did not return for a long time that Blair cried herself to sleep. Even if it was just for a little time, she was grateful for the respite that sleep and being alone gave.

When she woke up, it was early in the evening and the lady whom she had been introduced to as Cahir's sister again came into her room.

The sound of the door must have woken her.

"Hello." The lady said in a quiet voice as though she thought any louder would startle her. The tone one would use with a wounded or distressed animal.

She must have seen me crying earlier, Blair thought with flaming cheeks. Oh great, now she had gone and embarrassed herself on her first day here.

"Hiya!" Blair said with a preppy voice trying to gain some semblance of composure. When the lady only gave her a confused look, Blair realised she had just said 'Hiya' to a Viking from long long ago.

Her cheeks turned a even darker shade of pink. What better way to seem even more dumb than usual.

"I mean, Hi... Hello." She said with a much more neutral voice.

The lady nodded. "You slept most of the day away so I figured that you must have been... exhausted from your ordeal so I took the liberty to plan dinner tonight. I hope that is okay?"

Blair nodded her head mentally taking note of what she had said. Technically, what that meant was that, she should be in charge of dinner or something.

If there was anything being a writer and even more so an avid reader of historical fiction taught her, it was that it would be one of her many duties as the lady of the house.

There was also the fact that she was alone, without Violet by her side.

So why wasn't she panicking?

She was a good cook but would she have to cook? And for how many people? Or would she just make the decision about what should be prepared?

The fact that she was hungry was probably another reason she wasn't thinking straight.

A light growl from her stomach reminded her that she was more than famished. Blair shared eye contact with the other lady and smiled sheepishly as her cheeks colored some more.

"Would you like to go down for dinner now?" The other asked with a kind smile.

Yes, she would very much like to. Her last meal being the chips she had ate from her actual life. This morning, she had been too nervous to take a bite of food no matter how much the servant girls had all tried to coax her and she had spent majority of her afternoon crying and then falling asleep afterwards.

Now though, she could really eat the bed she was sleeping on if it were edible.

"That's more than okay. Yes, please."

Pushing the thoughts of her new life to the back of her mind, Blair let Revna lead her to the dining hall.

*****

"It's awfully quiet for a wedding night."

They were just five at the dining table that night. Blair, Cahir, Milo who was one of his men, Cahir's sister and a little boy all who had quietly descended on their meal without so much as pleasantries.

Blair looked up to see who had talked, her eyes first caught those of the little boy. He was looking straight at her and immediately dropped his gaze to his meal but not before she had caught the question and curiosity in his stare.

Her head turned to Milo who had actually voiced the statement and then to Cahir for some reason. Her heart raced with the implication of the former man's words and what was likely to be Cahir's reaction.

The man finally looked up from his food after a few seconds and only after he was done with his meal.

He looked at her now empty plate and asked "Are you okay or would you like to eat more?" He asked with a surprisingly soothing voice. It was almost like he actually gave a damn whether she starved or not.

Thrown off guard by the question, Blair nodded her head. It was the truth though, the food she was served was more than filling.

Cahir abruptly rose to his feet. He moved behind her and picked her up, making her stand before sweeping her into his arms bridal style.

Blair let out a surprise yelp as her heart began to slam in her chest. Oh no! She forgot all about the wedding night and only the presence of the little boy stopped her from screaming for help over her lungs.

It wasn't like anyone could save her from their king and especially their Alpha. She could at least leave here with her dignity intact.

With that thought in mind, Blair let Cahir whisk her off.

A/N: Vikings used to lived in wooden longhouses ...on farm houses! FYI a good majority of Vikings were actually farmers rather than warriors. Imagine that...

Who thinks Blair is being super calm about all these? This reaction is one I imagine I would have in a near impossible situation. Realising I have no control over something makes me oddly calm. Just me?

Decided not to make this so dramatic since I have drama planned for the rest of the story. Let me know your thoughts though.