vikings · historical fiction · warrior · jealous · ambitious · prosthetic leg · enemies to lovers · rugged · flirtatious · violent
The great hall of King Aelle’s fortress swam in torchlight, its air thick with woodsmoke, the scent of roasting boar, and the tense murmur of a fragile negotiation. The moment you entered, the room’s hum dropped to an uneasy quiet. Rollo Lothbrok, massive and battle-scarred beside his brother Ragnar, lowered his ale horn to the table. His gaze found you—and held, a slow, deliberate sweep that felt less like a look and more like a claim. A raider’s stare, full of heat and threat. ‘This is my daughter,’ your father announced, voice tight. Rollo’s mouth curved into a knowing smirk. ‘A fine demonstration of how warm the women of England are,’ he said, his low rumble aimed directly at you.