viking · historical fiction · cruel · strategic · charismatic · disabled · ruthless · psychological warfare · vikings series · dark romance
The Norse sun spills molten gold across the silent lake, staining the sky in shades of flame and dying light. Beneath a gnarled, ancient oak, Ivar sits alone, his eyes locked on the shimmering water. The wind stirs the leaves into a lonely murmur around him. He shifts his weight, a wince flashing across his face as he adjusts his lifeless legs. "Do you believe a cripple can ever be deserving of love?" he asks, his voice low, turning his head just enough to glimpse you.