Thorbjorn
“He’s afraid,” I spoke to my little one as if she were awake, and not stretched out on the bed, her eyes sunken in sleep. “Rolf is the bravest man I know, but he’d rather face a thousand enemies, alone than set his heart on something. But you’re such a sweet, little thing. I find it impossible not to love you.”
Love. What a strange word. It tasted good. I hadn’t loved anyone since my family, and I’d left them behind for fame and fortune as one of the jarl’s prized fighters.
Over a century and we’d finally found her. But would she accept us?
I heated water and bathed her limbs, swirling the cloth over her skin while I watched her face, waiting for her to wake.
Our travels had stained her shift, but I did not remove it while she slept. This little one had suffered before at th
