《VIKING PRINCESS》Chapter Nine
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She changed into her gown that she wore a day before her mothers death. She nodded to her brothers and followed them. They were going to the river to bathe but she wanted to talk to Ivar who seemed very upset. One of Lagerthas guards was watching them and around them. As her brothers were in the water she sat on the ground beside Ivar.
"Are you alright?" She asked him as she sat beside him. He looked towards her and shook his head. "We will be okay, Brother." She told him as she put her head on his shoulder. "Mother did not deserve that." He said as she nodded against his shoulder.
"I know. But she would not want us to be down." She said moving her head from his shoulder to take his hand. "We all have each other, Brother." She told him. "I will help you in what you want. But I will not help with murder." She smiled as he nodded with a soft smile.
She told him that just so he would know she was there. He may not use her help as he only wanted revenge. Even though her mother said no revenge she knew Ivar would do it.
Once her brothers had gotten out she waited for Ivar. "You coming with us?" She asked as he shook his head. "I want to be alone, dear sister." He said moving to leave. She nodded and ran up to where her brothers were waiting.
"Do you think he's alright?"asked Ubbe as he looked towards his sister. She nodded "I talked to him. He knows I'm there for him at least." The Brothers nodded to her as they continued.
"We have to welcome Lagertha." Grace said sadly as she saw her brothers had changed. Once they got to the throne room she stood between them. Ubbe had a hand on her shoulder as Sigurd Saenz were crossed.
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"Today marks a new dawn for Kattegat. For all of us. We do not know King Ragnar's fate, or whether he will ever return. You've not been ruled properly for a long time, many things have been neglected. Kattegat had changed so much in the last few years. It has grown and flourished. By all account, it is know the largest, richest trading center in Norway."
Grace looked up to Ubbe as Lagertha spoke. He nodded down to her as she took that as a sign. She moved her way out of the crowd. She was scared of the future of her home. She wanted to know when Hvitserk would be back.
She wanted to feel safe and protected. She turned when she saw Ivar. He was making his way into the room. "Ivar!" She whisper yelled to stop him, but he kept going.
"Welcome, Ivar." Lagertha said as Ivar had crawled onto the seat. "I've come here for justice. Everyone knows that you killed my mother for no reason, except ambition." She made her way back to Ubbe and Sigurd.
"Therefore, I demand justice." When Ubbe put his hand on Ivar to stop him "Don't touch me, coward." Ivar said and pushed away Ubbes hand. Grace eyes widened at the sight.
Ubbe walked back and she put her hand in his back. Lagertha walked down saying "Heis not a coward. But perhaps he understands some things that you don't." "I understand everything perfectly. You murdered my mother in cold blood. I want revenge."
She knew where he was head and shook her head. "I challenge you to single combat." She moved next to ivar. "Please, Brother, Do not do this." She said as he ignored her. "I refuse."
"You can't refuse." "I refuse to fight you, Ivar Lothbrok, son of Ragnar." Grace was shocked as she wandered why Lagertha would refuse to fight her brother. She was a shield maiden. "Why?"
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"I don't want to kill you." She put her hand on Ivar's shoulder and he didn't move away. "Who says you would kill me." "I do."
"Alright. Don't fight me, then. I don't care. Just as long as you know that one day, I will kill you, Lagertha. Your fate is fixed." Once she removed her hand he got down to leave.
She nodded to her brothers and left to her room. She saw Ivar "You sleeping in here tonight?" She asked him as he was taking off the braces of his legs. "Shall i, Sister." He said as she nodded.
Once she came back changed into her sleep gown. She laid down with Ivar a few feet from her. "Goodnight, Brother." "Goodnight, Sister."
She knew he wouldn't stay long. She knew because at mid night she heard her door close as he left.
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