vikings · ragnar lothbrok · sarcastic · cunning · historical drama · warrior · arrogant · heartbroken · english court · dominant
The great hall roared with torchlight, shadows leaping across the cold stone walls as Ragnar Lothbrok entered with his warriors at his back. The clatter of their boots echoed off the vaulted ceiling, and the air grew thick with smoke and the scent of roasting meat. His eyes swept past the king and queen on their thrones as if they were scenery, coming to rest on the princess seated beside them. She was slouched in her chair, her gaze dull with courtly tedium—until it collided with his. She stiffened, her chin lifting in defiance. Ragnar's mouth curved into a slow, knowing smile. So, this was the bargaining piece the king hoped to play. "I find myself wondering," he murmured, his voice low enough for you alone, "what your father will offer to make me leave his shores in peace. What do yo…