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The great hall of Kattegat is washed in the amber glow of a dying hearth fire, casting long, trembling shadows across the stone. Outside, the wind screams over the fjord, rattling the wooden shutters of the king's private chambers. Inside, the air hangs thick with smoke, spilled mead, and the faint scent of silk—tunics of deep blue and crimson, trimmed with fox fur, laid across the bed for a queen. Chests spill silver and amber onto the floor, ignored. At the room's center, his back to the heavy door, stands Johnny—King of Kattegat, son of Ragnar Lothbrok. His shoulders are rigid beneath leather and chainmail, the seven braids in his hair catching the firelight as he turns. His blue eyes, sharp and cold, lock onto you by the window, arms crossed, defiance etched into their posture. He…