ROLEPLAY HQ - delivering-the-bride

Birger stood before the court of the foreign Kingdom as he watched the proceedings for the Princess’ delivery unfold. War had been waged, many villages had been ransacked and put to the torch. Crops devastated and people subjugated. The viking style of conflict was a lethal combination of blood and steel which swiftly laid waste along the coastal towns of the Kingdom. These Vikings were looked upon like barbarians. Feared as savages. And yet, it was these ‘savages’ that now demanded the hand of the princess in order to facilitate peace. This was a common affair within the Viking culture. Generations upon generations of tribal leaders waging war whereby the victor would forcibly marry the daughter of the fallen leader, thus absorbing the tribe into their fold and growing a larger, stronger, and more connected force that would continue to conquer additional settlements and tribes. This all culminated into what we see today. Erik, the absolute ruler of the Scandinavian lands, demanded the unwed Princess of the foreigner’s kingdom in order to have the foreign king bend his knee. What better bargaining chip and complete subjugation of the king than by planting one’s seed within the unsowed fields of the Princess. And yet, as if to rub further salt into the wounds, Erik did not even so much as think to appear before the King’s castle. Instead, sending out his most trusted advisor, battlehand, and childhood friend, to fetch the bride to-be and deliver her onto her new home. Alas, there were many noble houses who did not agree with such wedding proceedings. Who believed the King was weak and surrendered too soon. Many who believed that the war was not yet lost and that these barbarians could be pushed back out to sea. Erik knew this, and that was why Birger was here today. That was why so many were loading the ship in preparation for the Princess’ departure, when in fact, Birger would be escorting her alone throughout the treacherous terrain. This was a duty th

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at was far below the warrior’s capabilities. It was akin to babysitting in his eyes, and yet, upon his shoulders he knew rested quite a great deal. Many lives were at stake here. Friends, families. If the wedding were to fail, if the Princess were captured, or worse, killed, it would undoubtedly lead to further bloodshed. He was not opposed to bleeding, or dying, but if the lives of his comrades could be spared he would do what was necessary. In the end he held faith they’d be victorious in conflict, however, why risk loved ones if not needed? “This is taking too long.” Birger said, the man before them stood at least a head taller than most in attendance. The viking was tall, his features sharp, and his body molded to depict a lifetime of conflict and struggle. He was dressed in a varying assortment of animal skins, leather, and metal buckles. By most onlookers he appeared to be nothing more than a caveman, and yet, it were these ‘cavemen’ which now stood tall and made their demands. “Is she ready yet?” the viking asked. His patience waning as he was of mind to get this excursion underway. The more time spent here, the more time trouble had to sprout.

Ilaria, the beautiful, smart princess of the strongest King of South was sentenced to marry an animal. She knew it was her duty to keep her kingdom safe and that the day was gonna come but she never thought that her father would marry her to a viking, in her eyes nothing but a beast. She was informed that a man was coming to get her while her servants and her dowry were going by ship, he would take her through the forest. The King of the North was bold to think one man could protect her better than her father's army especially when there were at least 10 assassins paid to kill her. Fear was not part of her feelings. The disgust for her future husband and worry for the results of the war that would come if that man failed to take her to Erik. Ilaria did not need an escort to stay in the woods. As her father did not have a son, he raised her like one. She could use a sword better than many in the commands of their army. Hell she could alone plan a war unlike her equals who would just sit and enjoy the company drinking their tea. Her green eyes turned to the door when the heavy door opened after a knock. “He is here my Lady” said the small servant of her chambers. She was not used to seeing Ilaria so silent and she well knew that Ilaria accepted that marriage only to protect her people, like a true princess she was. “I will be there in a moment…” she said and looked last time through her window the beautiful port city, the jewel of South. Under different circumstances she would not respect the man at the door of their castle but he was to be one of her men in the near future and no matter if she hated it, it was her reality now. She grabbed her cloak and swirled it around her slim body dressed like a man. Closed her hood, hanged her swords to her belt and finally her bow to her back along with its quiver. She looked like a small man.

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When she stood in front of the gates of the castle, she knew her new life was waiting at the other side of the gate. She grabbed and kissed the necklace in the shape of an eagle adorned with emeralds of the color of her eyes, which belonged to her mother, pushed it under her shirt and pulled the mask to her face to keep herself disguised enough. She nodded to the guards to open the gate and raised her chin arching her back. Standing there with pride she owned. She was ready to go.

Finally, after waiting what felt like hours, Birger heard the sounds of latches turning and the creaking sound of the gates beginning to spill open. The whole ordeal was time consuming with the loading of the ship. He was anxious and eager to depart. He felt unsafe within this kingdom, surrounded by many people who would like nothing more than to kill him. He had been among the victorious, and him standing here practically defenseless would reinforce that, but enemies existed throughout these lands. The sooner he could get the princess into the cover of the forest the sooner he would breathe easier. He knew little of the princess, the King’s bridge to be. Rumors circulated of her beauty, but rumors were just that. People tend to exaggerate, especially when their lives were on the line. It was no wonder her Father would have assured the King that she was of sufficient beauty. And as Birger’s grey eyes peered outward towards the sound of the gate he was surprised at the form that awaited him. A lifted brow as the viking curiously peered upon the ‘package’ he was to deliver. He had to admit her appearance was more lackluster than he was anticipating. That was not a bad thing. He didn’t care what she looked like, or how she dressed, and truthfully she seemed well more prepared than had she simply come out with a flowing dress. Still… The taller man stepped forward, approaching the cloaked figure of a much smaller stature. Eying her warily as he also eyed the guards off to either side of her. “Rumors speak that the Princess Ilaria is a sparkling gem of the Kingdom. An offering befitting that of my great king. What appears before me looks to be nothing more than some common thief.” His eyes peered down towards the masked face of the woman before him. “Show your face to me so that I know you are who you say you are. So that I might not dishonor my king by delivering him trash.” He spoke, making his demands with steady confidence. His was deep and stern, yet smo

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oth as his eyes locked with green eyes he could make out behind her mask.

Her green gaze fell on the tall man waiting at the gate. He was bigger than many men she had ever seen and she could not help and wonder what Erik would look like. The sharp feeling of disgust hit to her stomach. She watched him approach and checked her out. She was sure he was expecting a princess in a fluffy dress. His comment about her looks looking like a common thief curled the side of her lips under her mask. The insult though if she was worthy of his filthy king was her last drop. “Your King should be grateful that he was seen worthy of the princess of my city. To me, a common peasant of this city would worth much more than your beast King and tha alone is the only reason I agreed on that marriage.” she snarled. “Now If you are gonna carry a gem with you through the forest you have to make people think it is nothing but a colored rock. If you came here to deliver a package we're losing time, but if you come here for quality control that's neither your job nor your place. Now you either lead the way or I will take the ship to go to Erik.” Considering her confidence reflected on her voice anyone could see she was not a common woman. Her green eyes were boldly locked on his, challenging. She was so ready to turn back to her castle as she was not eager to go anyways.Let alone passing through the dangerous forest guarded by a bear who thinks he is a man.

Birger’s bored features softened for a moment, and even took on a bit of an amused smile as the Princess spoke in such… uncivilized ways. “You have quite the spark of life to you, don’t you?” She reminded him a bit of the women back home. It seemed as if women had certain roles they were to play within this society, though back within his lands women many times were also warriors and could put men into their places. It was admirable that she wasn’t some timid little mouse. “That said, your tongue is sharp and while I might not mind the sound of your voice, my King may seek to harm that face you keep hidden beneath that mask. Word of advice. Your eyes are defiant, and those eyes invite a challenge. If you challenge him, you will not come out of this the victor.” With that Birger turned his gaze to whomever was surrounding the Princess. “We leave now. If you follow us I will consider that a rebuking of our agreement. The next time she returns to this kingdom will be after she becomes the bride of my King, and that’s whether he allows her to return.” Birger turned his back and began walking at a fairly quick pace. They didn’t have a lot of time to waste and he was well aware that dangers lurked within those forests. “Come and don’t delay. It should go without saying that I will protect you with my life if need be, however, know that if you fail to reach the shores of my King’s home. If I fail to deliver you safely. You, me, your entire kingdom will fall and countless lives will be ripped away. I imagine that thought will provide you with sufficient shackles to keep you bound and keep you from running away.” He said, all the while not slowing down.

Ilaria did not really bother to answer him. The needed was already said and done. They were also clearly enough to back him off but even if so she did not break her proud posture. She surely did not know where she was going. The stories told were violent but Erik would really harm her? How would her father react to that or even worse her grandfather who was already strictly against that marriage. Ilaria was the only thing that remained to him from her precious daughter and now she was given to Vikings. She could feel the affect of his words on the men around her. They were proud and Ilaria was respected by them. One almost attempted to deal with the Viking but Ilaria raised her hand to stop him and waited patiently for the man to finish his words. She was gonna deal with him when they were alone on the road. Once he was done, she nodded to her man, maybe a farewell or maybe just a command. She lowered her hood over her eyes to hide her cloudy gaze and started to walk behind the man. Once more listening to his words she paused. Hoped that not all of his people were as rude and arrogant as he was. "I am not an ordinary woman. I am Princess of the Jewel of South. The heart of the jewel, soon to be the heart of your lands, your queen. I do not run away from battles, nor am I here because I am scared of your king or mine. I am here because I do care for my people. And you better protect me with your life yes, because your King chose you over the fleet of my father." her tone was pretty amused considering the size of the fleet. "Now, if you are done bragging , I will lead you through the woods, MY woods. Till we arrive yours..." she stepped forward and passed ahead of him to lead the way. She knew the woods like the back of her hand. That was where she played when she was a kid, trained when she was an adult. She was small, swift and agile moving through the woods in the gear of a common thief.

If she thought him to be arrogant, then he equally thought similar to her. Jewel of the South among other titles. He didn’t doubt she was attractive, but there were numerous others within this world that would fit such description. Birger knew there was more to women than a pretty face. Truthfully speaking he didn’t dislike Ilaria, nor like her. She was a spoil of war. She was a peace offering that his King demanded so that further blood won’t soak into the grounds. She was more than just a future wife who will bear heirs, but symbolized a treaty, and for that Birger would see to it that she was delivered safely. “You’re quite sure of yourself aren’t you? Possessive too.” The male said, pausing for a moment as he watched the short girl pass by. He chuckled inwardly, half thinking that maybe she should have protected her woods a bit better and then neither of them would have been in such a position. Regardless, he was not of mind to waste time arguing with the woman. That would merely waste precious energy and the journey from this kingdom to his would take a long while and be quite physically exerting. So the male ‘let’ her lead. His eyes focused on the back of her. This was actually preferable he determined, this way he could keep an eye on her in the event she had actually wanted to flee. Silence fell between the two. A strained silence where only the sound of brush and leaves rustling, twigs snapping, the wind and birds would fill the air around them. He knew they would want to get as far as they could while daylight was still overhead. Eventually nightfall would find them and camp would need to be made.

Ilaria walked in silence like a shadow behind the trees. She never turned back to look. She could hear that huge man walking right behind her cracking anything he was stepping over. She was not happy of the situation because if she could hear, woods would hear him too. She, though, kept her silence as there was no way to fix it and also she was grateful the man was not bothering her trying to chat. The night was falling and she heard the hold of wolves. They were in their territory and if they were gonna camp here they would need to keep the fire awake but that would also take attention of ones if any was following them or looking for them. She stopped all of a sudden abruptly. Her gaze moved up to look at the trees and looked back over her shoulder to the man. "Can you climb a tree?" she asked. Considering his size, he will not be very comfortable over a tree. Right now his comfort was the least of her concerns. They had to find food also. Her gaze moved around..."We also should eat..." she murmured before looking back at him. "I dont know how you people live but we eat to keep our strength." she smirked.

What may have appeared brutish to her, was the embodiment of the warrior and Viking way. Birger walked through this forest as if he owned it. Sure, it may have brought about unwanted attention from predators, however, he would wrestle a bear bare handed if he had to establish dominance. It should be noted that many Vikings did wrestle bears, and while some were successful, many had perished. It was more so a character flaw of intense pride. Noting that the woman came to a halt he too followed behind her and stood still as his gaze followed her words and he looked up upon the tree. “If needed.” He replied flatly, but he knew that wasn’t why she was asking. “However, as much as you might not mind me falling out of the tree in my sleep, I do think it would hinder our progress greatly if I broke some bones by morning.” He turned towards her and gave her a wry smile. “You’re welcome to sleep amongst the trees though. At least I know you can’t scurry off into the night without climbing down first.” He turned himself around, scanning and surveying the surrounding lands. “We’re too exposed to have a fire.” He may be prideful and not wanting to back down from a fight, but he wasn’t an idiot who thought it would be a good idea to just let any pursuers know exactly where they were. “If we had a cave that would block out the light, then fine, but out here, we’d be better off facing the cold night. I have dried elk meat if you need. I don’t suppose it’ll last us very long, but perhaps by tomorrow we might find some area to fish, and maybe an area to build a fire temporarily.” He said, turning towards the shorter woman as each of them probably knew they were in for an uncomfortable night.

Ilaria felt the side of her lips curled once more under her mask. Her gaze was locked to his under her hood. "If you think that you get hurt and I will take care of you you are so wrong. I will simply move." she said and stepped a little closer and bowed her head aside. "On the other hand you have to take care of me as this is why you were sent here..." she winked at him playfully and turned to climb to the tree "Sucks to be you!" she said and grabbed a branch pulling herself up. The nights of the forest was the worst. There were so many predators that were hunting and surviving there when the dark falls would take a lot of experience and knowledge. Ilaria , no matter how her father was against it, trained herself in this forest. She managed to ditch all the guards that her father sent after her and made it back to the castle after a week. Now here, the beast standing under her tree would not scare her, especially while his mission was to keep her alive. It was not hard to guess that she was starving but she was not gonna ask frrom from this man. They , starting from this one, should learn, Ilaria was going there not ask for a favor but as a favor herself. She could take care of herself in every way and they were gonna learn it. She placed herself between the branches and took a position to make sure she would not fall. Her head leaned back to the tree and eyes closed shot. "There are no caves here. We have at least half day long way to reach caves. Now, are you gonna stand there and wait to be a meal or are you coming up?"

The Viking turned his attention to the Princess as she spoke in a manner that he would have not expected from one of her position. But she read the situation correctly. He was tasked with delivering her safely. On the opposite side of that condition, it didn’t much matter in the grand scheme of things whether he arrived safely, and she was under no obligation to help him in that pursuit. “Don’t worry… Princess, I am under no disillusion that you would so much as bend a finger to help out another. I know enough about royalty to know your kind are largely selfish beings who expect the commoners to provide for those who simply happened to be born more lucky than the others.” He retorted, watching as she climbed rather effortlessly up the tree. Under most circumstances he’d be impressed, however, this woman was almost trying to get under his skin. As she continued to tease him from above Birger let out a sigh and looked around. Tonight was going to be a long and uncomfortable night as he set about climbing up. It’s not as if he lacked the ability to climb, his muscles and grip strength functioned well to allow him to pull himself up onto the branches and climb to a similar height as her. That said, he felt more confident in his abilities to fight and defend upon stable ground. Not while limited up in the trees. Let alone trying to sleep in them. Settling himself as he sat and straddled over a thick branch, his back pressed against the main trunk of the tree he turned towards her. “You have a sharp tongue, Princess. I have the patience to allow such things to roll off my shoulders, however, I do suspect you may be inviting trouble if you meet our King in such a fashion. He’s far less forgiving. Just some friendly advice.” He took some elk meat from his pack and broke it in half, extending his arm in her direction.

His insults about her not caring for other people were really getting on her nerves especially after she accepted to marry a bear only to keep people safe. But yes, she did not care for this man who was sent to keep her safe, who was assumed to be better than the mighty army of his father and who was clamining that he was showing patience to her while she was his soon to be queen. She kept her silence and waited for him to climb up and found himself a branch. Regret filled her veins; he was heavy and he could really break the branch and fall. Now, she had to sleep alert and keep that big boy alive. No matter what she told him, she would not like to go to her new king and tell that his best man is dead and even worse, because of her. Ilaria hated to owe people. So yes, while it was not promised, she had to keep him alive also till they were back in his lands. With those thoughts the princess drifted into a sleep till unfamiliar sounds tickled her ears. She was fully covered with her cloak and she was sure no one could see her there. Slowly raising the hem of her hood she looked down. There were four men moving through the woods. Assassins she thought and looked to her companion to see if he was still awake. She slowly moved some of her cloak towards him as the black fabric was a better cover in the darkness of the night…

Gods was this tree ever uncomfortable. The hard bark sinking in against his tailbone and his back pressed uncomfortably up against the trunk. Besides that, he was wary of falling asleep in fear that if he slouched one way or another he’d be tumbling down to the dirt and rocks below. Still, it was a quiet night. The weather, albeit cool, was not bad. It was not raining so that was a blessing within itself. Wind blowing caused leaves to rustle. Some twigs would break, or other sounds would echo through the forest. Nocturnal animals were out and about and that was expected. But he too knew that the princess had a target on her head. It was… an inconvenient union between her Kingdom and that of his King’s. Even if the two kingdoms did not currently see eye to eye it would ultimately result in a kingdom that was more powerful and capable than any of the neighboring countries. Even if he couldn’t sleep he was hopeful she would. He could go a day or two without resting if need be. He wouldn’t have a choice in the matter. But as he heard her stir and further, heard unnatural sounds within the forest he knew that others were in pursuit. The question was, was their location at risk? Did the assassins know where they were camped out at? They were pursuing in the night and as such tracking them through footprints and other means would be difficult. Perhaps the assassins would pass them by unknowingly so that both he and she could pursue the would-be assassins. Ears tuned he couldn’t help but notice shifting beside him as he noted she must have been awake as well. “We’re not alone.” He said in a very light whisper, though he suspected she already knew that. What he didn’t know was she was attempting to offer him some of her cloak. His right hand moved towards the short sword secured at his right hip. In preparation if confrontation was unable to be avoided.

She surely was glad that he was not sleeping. If they were to be seen at least she would not lose time to wake him up. And she was grateful that he did not resist to sleep over the three else they would already be captured. She could surely take down two with arrows before they would go down and then when they are down he could take one and she could take the other. But life was not that simple as she planned. She leaned back to the tree and that moment she came eye to eye with the huge python that was hanging down from the upper branch. It surely was a beautiful animal, dreaded and dangerous. She froze not sure how to react as a wrong move would get her beaten or fell from the tree directly to the mercy of the assassins. When he whispered informing her that they were not alone, she could not reply. The beast was not moving its eyes from hers as it was swaying in the air, surely measuring the risks of attacking that huge size living thing. She was just hoping that the man laying at the next branch would be as cold blooded as she was if or when he saw the beast. At the end, it was threatening the life of the package he was responsible to keep alive and her life depended on his reaction.

In all situations Birger knew that it was best to move through these woods undetected and with as minimal combat as possible. He was no stranger to war as his clan were raised to fight from a young age, but the fact of the matter was that without additional aid the two of them would eventually tire and whether it was a dozen, or a hundred, eventually one of them could make a mistake and receive a fatal wound. In that case, it was much more preferable to let the assassins move by without notice. However, when he saw she didn’t respond the Viking sat up and turned his head. His grey eyes were already adjusted to the low-light of the forest, offering him silhouetted outlines of the trees and other features around them. What he saw caused his eyes to widen as the unmistakable outline of a snake hung directly between himself and the Princess. Had they been on ground his initial reaction would have been to recoil, but up in the trees, he knew that they could not without causing quite a disturbance that would potentially alert the assassins moving through the forest below. They needed to remain quiet, at least until the assassins passed them by. Cursing under his breath he thought about lopping the head off the snake, yet thought the sound would potentially alert the others. Instead, Birger did the only other thing he could think of, to remove her from danger. Reaching out, the Viking drew the snake towards himself. While he was uncertain of the variety, he did suspect that given the snake’s size that it was a constrictor variant, and not a poisonous variant. He would have much rather himself be the bait as opposed to the princess, and so, he tried to gently guide the snake to secure itself onto his much larger form. Wincing and gritting his teeth as he felt the snake latch on and bite into his shoulder, drawing blood, but otherwise not something that would be life threatening. He could feel the cold blooded animal begin to slither, and the weight of it shift s

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o that more and more of it would wrap around his body. He would just have to hope that in another ten, or fifteen minutes the assassins would be far enough away that they could handle this snake without fear of making too much noise.

The assassins were moving pretty slow as they were tracing them. The marks were disappearing all of a sudden and if they were to notice they had climbed up the tree, it would not take long for them to find the pair. When Ilaria noticed him drew the beast to himself she almost screamed. She had to lock her hand on her mouth not to make a sound. Was he crazy? He wanted to be the meal of a beast? At the beginning of their journey? The men in long black tunics were taking too much time down there for find the marks to follow. If they would not move away very soon, her traveling companion would die for sure as the beast was swirling itself around that huge man. She had heard they they could break the bones of huge animals and the viking with her was no different. When he was bitten, that was her trigger. She reached to her back and grabbed 2 arrows. She could have taken 2 down but she had to go down if she did not want to make the man target for them and considering their profession and the beast keeping him right in place, Birger would not hold a chance. She silently aimed to the first one stretching her bow and the arrow swiftly moved in darkness and found the skull of the man. It would not even take a few seconds for her to place the second arrow and send it and once more took down the one closest to the first one. "Deal with the beast!" she said and jumped down from the tree drawing her both swords. The men were clearly not happy that 2 of them were already dead. Ilaria would never underestimate them as those men in black tunic were trained to kill on the other hand, they did not show the same to her. At the end, in their eyes she was nothing more than a woman.

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The first one attached and Ilaria managed to avoid it. The second one though, attacked harder. She did not know if they were there to kill her or to take her away. She was sure there were other Kings out there who would love to have her as their bride, but between all of them her father chose an animal to marry her off. It was dark day when she learne that. She had to walk through the streets of her kingdom, crying of anger, hatred and most of all desperation. She watched all those innocent people who would be under risk if she was to decline. So yes she had to got to Erik, and she had to go there alive. The image of the little girls playing at the street triggered her and she was not defending any more. Now she was moving to kill...

“What’re you-“ Birger cut off as he watched her drawback and let loose an arrow. Any chance at having the assassins wander by unnoticed went out the window, even worse as he watched her head down from the upper branches to confront the assassins below. What was she thinking? As much as she may have thought he was a fool for making himself bait for the python, he equally thought her to be a fool for engaging an enemy unnecessarily. He was confident that he’d be able to cut the snake off him if the tension grew too tight, but now he had to rush to join her at her side. The immediate tensing of his body alerted the python that it had its prey. Birger had been calm up to this point, but now in his hastiness the python was indeed beginning to squeeze tighter. Shit He cursed under his breath as he felt the coil around his arm tighten. The brain of the snake was very small, and so, stabbing it in the skull wouldn’t necessarily kill it. Birger had to practically saw through the beast and wait as the lengthy body let its muscles relax before he could unwrap and toss aside the heavy creature which plummeted down onto the brush below. Bleeding, but not feeling, Birger headed down, his body coursing with adrenaline and pain blockers. He had no faith in the Princess. It was not meant to be an insult, but he had never seen her fight. He didn’t know how strong or capable she was. All he knew was the woman he was supposed to protect was seemingly unguarded below. The assassins could have a whole host of reasons for wanting the Princess, and securing her could take on multiple forms. Some may wish to just see her dead and prevent the union of the Kingdoms. Some may wish to take her as a hostage and negotiating tool. To achieve this, that could be by force, or by other means, such as lacing the tips of their weapons with poison. Poison that could either kill, or debilitate and cause her to lose temporary consciousness. It was safe to say when dealing with assassins it

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should be avoided to even take the smallest of cuts for not knowing what was on the edge of those weapons. “You fools won’t take her while I still have breath in my body.” Birger said, jumping down to join her, being purposefully loud so that the assassins might consider him a greater threat. He would hope they’d target and attempt to deal with him before they’d focus on her. Except, as Birger swung his blade and put his power behind that swing and lopped off the leg of one of the attackers, Birger had no intentions of being killed.

The viking was not expected that soon surely by the princess. She was planning to hold on alone longer while she was aware that she could be dead with a poison through a very tiny cut on the other hand she actually handled the two men pretty well alone. Her motivation was simple, stay alive, no matter what. When Birger made a wild entrance to the scene, taking all the attention on him, she slowly pulled back and watched. Yes she would help if she were to see him in danger but till that she was gonna enjoy the luxury of having a protector. She could see the blood on his shoulder, yet he was fighting like there was nothing wrong on his body. Maybe she really did underestimated the guy. She had never faced a viking on a battlefield but she had heard some stories. She heard how wild and ruthless they were and the assassin with one leg was a good proof to those rumors. Birger on the other hand, was a beautiful man, again, not that she knew all the Vikings, but she would be lucky if Erik was at least half handsome. Blond hair, like of Birger, was not common between her people. Neither was her red locks. That was another reason why she was called The Jewel of Jewel. It was clear that the man was capable to deal with the two so she really just walked around them like a predator circling around her prey. She was watching every single move of Birger, trying to understand the way he was fighting. He was surely using his instincts which to her was both interesting but on the other hand dangerous. She wondered for a moment if the man could be triggered by anger. Once he was done with men she slowly walked closer. "We need to deal with your shoulder." she said with a calm tone. It clearly was not hurting him while she had no idea how or why. Maybe the legends were true. Maybe the Gods were protecting Vikings.

To be raised as a viking meant that he was not to fear any man, or anything, even if it was death itself staring him back in the face. For some, this led to an early grave by warriors rushing headlong into threats they could not overcome, however, for those most adept to combat it was a freeing experience. Birger could think clearly and fight fluidly without hesitation clouding his judgments. From an outsider’s perspective the way these Vikings fought must have looked like savages. In many ways it was. The battlefield was a brutal place and these Vikings thrived under such conditions. Birger was no different as even as his shoulder wore the puncture wounds of the python’s bite, he did not slow. Pain was something he could deal with after the fact. After she was safe. After his assignment was secure. Dark as the night was, the man before her was painted by both his own blood and the blood of his enemies. Already one arm was nearly completely crimson from the wound he’d suffered, his face, toned skin, and hair flecked with blood as well. Panting softly as the last man fell, Birger turned his grey gaze towards the woman he’d only barely known and saw. Through her mask and her attire he only truly saw her piercing green eyes, and perhaps the subtle threat of her red locks peeking through behind the hood. “Perhaps we would have been better off on the ground, or the cave, after all.” He said, though the fact of the matter was the forest was going to be a dangerous place no matter where they hunkered down for the night. The exertion of battle worked his body up. His body temperature raising in the cooler night air, skin shimmering with either a coating of blood in some areas, or a light sheen of sweat in others. He was not a modest man in how he dressed, but neither were most of his kind. The majority of his chest was exposed, muscles sculpted into flesh reflecting the harshness of his training and lifestyle until now. The outline of such flexing in the ebb and flo

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w of each breath taken as he looked over to his shoulder. He could feel the pain, but the blood hid how much damage was truly there. “You’re a bit more capable with the sword than I’d expect from a Princess.” He said, not meaning any offense, but she did surprise him as she so readily had leapt into battle before. “Did they teach you how to tend to wounds too?” He asked, half joking as he expected her to leave him to his own devices.

Ilaria boldly watched him, maybe even curiously. She was not used to men without shirts around her. When she was training, she was mostly around men, but they would not dare to train naked around the jewel. His muscles were tightened as she recently fought with a piton and defeated 2 assassins. Her lips curled under her mask as she could easily tease him that she took less then him to take down the first two but she did not. He had taken the risk with the python to save her. That alone was a good reason to respect that man. Her father loved her mother and Ilaria, was the one who took her from him. Her mother dies giving birth to her. While he never showed that to her, Ilaria could see the hate in his eyes. She was the woman who looked like her mother and the one who took her from him. She was his nightmare. He did everything to deny her beauty, her elegance just like her mother. He shaved her head till her breasts started to show. He probably wanted a son who would take care of the kingdom after her but all he got was Ilaria, the beautiful princes of the Jewel City, named after his dead wife with the order of the grieved father of the lost beauty. The princes worked so hard to gain the favor and love of her father. She managed to be better than many in his command. She could easily took down more than half of his commanders. And once again she could see that pain when she looked in his eyes along with the pride.

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Did she know how to treat wounds? She once more smirked to his words and muttered. "No they did not..." she replied and turned rushing into the woods. He surely needed a bath and clean his wounds. She knew he was gonna follow her like a tail, so she did not bother to make and explanation. She was gathering some plants here and there on the path to the lake. Yes they did not teach her how to tend to wounds but the witch of the woods did. Ilaria spent a lot of times in the woods and she witnessed lots of things no one else did. Once they reached to the lake, she slowly crouched next to the water and lowered her mask. She filled her palms with water and splashed it to her face. The cold water was refreshing. She also killed 2 men but unlike him she was clean. "Clean yourself please." she said and found a rock kneeling next to it turning her back to the lake giving the man his privacy. She started to work on her salve.

He stared after her for some moments as she rushed away into the darkened forest. By now their eyes had adjusted to the lowlight conditions, and with whatever silver light trickled in from the moon it was clear enough for them to navigate. The girl was not so forthcoming with what was on her mind, but bleeding or not Birger would follow her. She could have used the opportunity of assassins attacking as a reason to flee. She could have even likely killed him during the chaos that ensued. They may have been uneasy partners, but they were at least kind of working together. He was surprised when he saw a clearing unfold and a large lake come into view. The calm surface of the water shimmering with the reflections of the moon and stars from high above. He was of course less accustomed to the landscapes around here and so by her knowing her way around the area it did prove useful. “Of course.” He said as he slowed down, watching her from behind as she was crouched down and began to unbuckle his sword from his lean waist, while also gingerly untying the leather armor that covered his shoulder, biceps, and forearms. “Perhaps lady fate will smile down upon us and make it so there is only one assassination party in pursuit tonight.” As it would be rather inconvenient for them to be attacked while bathing. It didn’t matter to him whether her back was turned or not, but since it was, she likely had no view of him as he ultimately stripped himself from all of his wears. His lean masculine form bare beneath the light of the moon as he walked his way towards the water’s edge and welcomed the cool refreshing waters to cleanse his body. It was only when he was submerged up to his torso that he turned back to shore to look at her. “Probably not so suitable for a Princess.” He said, in reference to the cool water temperature. “There are some geothermal hot springs on the way back to my Kingdom that might be more to your taste.” He said, before pondering a bit more. “You a

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re admittedly quite knowledgeable of the area. Is there perhaps a different path you think we ought to go?” It was a change in his demeanor, actually wanting to ask her for her input.

While the amazing view was new to the viking, Ilaria was used to it. She had bathed in the cold waters of that lake many times. What she was not used to was naked men around. While she was curious, she was still a lady not to peak. She raised some of the plants she gathered and smelled them. Had to make sure the right ones are used. She crushed them on the rock till they look like a creamy salve. The viking was pretty chatty and she really would not complain about it as long as he was not insulting her or her people. "Do not worry you are safe with me." she replied to him. That was kinda funny as she was the exact reason why assassins were looking for them but on the other hand, if they were attacked while he was naked in the water, she was his best chance to survive. His question actually made her smile. Yes he followed her before but he was not really willing. Now, he was asking her to lead the way. That was indeed quite a compliment. "Well , there are many ways to move north... The question is how much can you handle. The beast that bit you is very angelic considering the rest of dangers of the forest. " she smiled and cleared her throat. "Please make sure there is no more blood over your wound and let me know once you are properly out." She was fully feeling uneasy knowing that there was a fully naked man behind her. A total stranger that she met hours ago. There was a long path that they needed to go. He was gonna be her companion for a long time. She reached forward as she saw a branch she liked and started to shape it with her dagger. That would be a very nice spear once shaped properly to hunt some fish.

Birgers bathing was not in attempt to make the woman uncomfortable, rather this was commonplace in his village. She would learn that Vikings were much less modest. It was not uncommon to undress and bathe within hot springs or lakes. Both men and women. In contrast, he suppose it would be a little odd to know that other cultures seemed so ashamed of their own bodies that they needed to cover up. In any case, the male cleaned his body, and that of his wound before removing himself from the lake. Dripping wet as he shook off and began to peel back on his clothing. It did not go unnoticed that she kept her back to him. Not that there was anything wrong with it, but it did underline to him a certain upbringing within her. She was a noblewoman after all, it was likely seen as scandalous to be alone in a room with a man, let alone in the vicinity of one bathing. She must have been akin to a caged bird who practically had no physical contact, even if it was very modest at that. “I’m decent now. Or-“ He assessed his outfit. “Well, maybe not decent by your standards as I doubt I’d be invited to any formal balls, but covered up at least.” He took a seat nearby her as he watched her begin to shape the branch. “The bleeding has clotted and stopped. I’ll have you know though, the python only bit me because I acted tense. Because I acted like prey. Which would not have happened if you didn’t so hastily jump yourself down and engage with assassins.” He said, enlightening her that he’d been fearful of her safety. “If I had remained calm then the snake too would have remained calm. I’ll admit, you’re more capable with the blade than I would have thought, but perhaps it’d be wise if we worked together in the future? I know you don’t care for this whole arrangement, but ultimately I do want you to arrive safely, even if you think I’m delivering you to hell.”

While she was very confident with her blade skills, Ilaria was a shy young woman when it came to men. She technically never saw a fully naked person, and she was also not seen by anyone but Maria, who was her chamber lady. When the viking walked and sat close, she shyly peaked to make sure he at least had his pants. Slowly leaving her dagger and branch aside she grabbed her salve and moved closer crouching next to him. With a silent gaze she asked for permission hesitating a moment but then she moved once more and applied the salve to his shoulder. "That will take away the ache..." she said and then calmly listened to his words. "Well I was targeted by a python and 4 assassins and I was dealing with all till you interfered, Viking. " she shook her head. "First of all yes, the phyton bit you because you are tensed but if we have waited more, he was digesting you now and once you were inside of him, you could not kill him without killing yourself. So you are welcome. " she raised her hand to stop him from replying immediately. She was not done yet. "As for assassins, 2 were already down and I was handling perfectly before you moved in. You are good fighter, I will give you that." she of course was not gonna stay under his compliments and was gonna compliment him back. "But, you make too much mess" she meant all the screams and the blood. "The more silent we are in those woods, the safer we are. And yes, I would happily work with you next time when you do not decide to cuddle a phyton." she sighed and lowered her mask fully making her face visible. She wanted him to see who he was travelling with and she needed to breathe.

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"Listen, we have a long way to go and we need to trust each other to survive. I understand that you are tasked to take me back safely and why your king trusts you more than the army of my father is beyond me, but if you keep taking risks like this, you will not complete this journey alive and most likely I won't survive once I am in your lands as I don't know the place. And yes no matter you are taking me to hell, I want to arrive there alive so that my people will not go through hell. So no, I am not helpless and you do not need to risk yourself all the time for me and no I am not planning to run away at any chance I find. I hope I make myself clear. Now lets start over..." she extended her hand for a handshake... "I am Princess Ilaria, The High Commander of the Army of the Jewel of the South. "

The viking held his tongue as the Princess lectured him, however, by the end of it he did conclude that she made a great deal of sense and that if there was any hope in the two of them making it through the forest and across the tundra towards his own people that they were going to need to treat one another like allies, and not enemies. They already had plenty of enemies, why make more? His face was stoic as she applied the salve and even as she spoke until such time that she extended her smaller hand out towards his. His grey eyes dipped down towards the outstretched hand, and then up to rest upon the green, emerald like eyes that shown from the woman before him. She was really quite striking. Something he was not going to tell her. The woman already had quite the ego, she certainly didn’t need to know that she was good looking on top of it all. Ultimately the man smiled warmly and met her hand in his. “High Commander? My, they certainly did not see fit to inform me. You are wise beyond your years Princess. I am Birger, Erik’s right hand, typically a bloody one at that. I understand you may find our culture barbaric, but we value strength and power. We do not like trickery or surprises in the night. You may call it foolish, and perhaps so, but we are a very prideful people who will meet challenges head-on. Stealth, as you can see, is not my strong suit, however, I ultimately do wish for you to arrive safely, and so, I can concede that it is best we move quietly and not draw attention to ourselves.” He eventually let go of her hand as he looked around the area to consider their options. “We are being pursued no doubt, however, we both know we won’t make it very far without food, without water, and without shelter and warmth. We can press on further for a more advantageous area, however, eventually we will need to make a temporary camp. Hunt. And if we can find somewhere secluded enough we might even make a fire. So, High Commander, if you were leading you

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r own troops, what do you think you’d want to do?” Birger asked, treating her as a partner in this expedition.

A charming smile widened on her face when h was surprised about her position. "Its normal no one told you because not many people know that. If they had known the jewel of the jewel is on the battlefield then their first target would be me, so I generally disguise in the battlefield." she explained still holding his hand. He was warm and it was feeling nice in the chill of the night. So she did not even bother to end the shake swiftly. He was talking to her sincerely the first time, without any insults. She could see his points as his kind was different from what she was born in. "I understand your wish to die but can you at least delay your plans after my delivery?" she teased him "In this forest, everything is looking to kill you. You are either food or threat so the less attention we take the more chance we have to survive." she pulled her hand and placed it on her lap looking around considering his question. "We have a few options, one we have the canyon, we have a huge pack of hyenas there who never let anyone pass. If I was with my troop I would use that path but it is impossible to pass with 2 people. " she pursed her lips and looked in another direction "There are the plains but we will be a very open target there and I am sure there are already set ambushes. So that leaves us 2 options. There is the mountains, very steep, dangerous and long and the woods of shadow where no one got our alive before and no I have never been there before. " she raised to her feet and grabbed the branch she shaped. "And while you think, I will get you food." she smirked at him and pulled her mask back up before moving towards the lake. She took her boots off and stepped inside the lake only a couple steps and froze waiting for the fish to show up.

It bothered him on some level that she felt the need to suggest she had to hunt for him, and yet, he was willing enough to see what she could offer. It was better he let his shoulder rest for the time being as it wouldn’t be long before he may ultimately need to use it again, especially considering the threats that awaited the two of them. He turned his back and craned his neck to watch as the woman made her way out to the water’s edge, the moonlight casting down upon her as he watched her from behind as she remained still and seemingly in some concentration as she hunted some fish. “It seems foolish.” He commented after some time. “However, I would expect that no one within their right mind would want to venture into the forest. Which means I doubt we would be expecting any assassins to trail us there. Granted, assassins are a bit easier to deal with than whatever may be lurking within that forest. That said… I believe it is our best bet. We do not have the supplies to climb a mountain. Neither of us are dressed for the cold nights that would result in us taking that path. As you said, the canyon is narrow and leaves us no space to combat the hyenas, and the plains would make it undeniably easy for the assassins to hunt us down to exhaustion. And so, as much as I dislike the idea of having to ‘hide’ and ‘sneak’ I believe stealth is in our best option. The question is, can we survive? Even my peoples have heard stories of the forest. Poisonous plants that can release pollen to subdue its victims, to make us hallucinate, or otherwise act in ways we wouldn’t. Same with the creatures that lurk within as they are looking for a new meal to sink their fangs into.” Birger said. The fact of the matter was very little was known of the forest as anyone who ventured within did not live to tell the tale of what happened. Given the exotic plants within the forest it was merely assumed the forest made people lose their minds. “If it’s of any reassurance, I am a very s

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“stubborn individual. So, even if it does kill me, I will drag myself across the forest in order to see you are delivered safely. That said, I expect this journey will test us both physically and mentally.”

Ilaria was listening to him but her eyes were locked on the water. That was the best time to fish as due to the angle of the light, fish were unable to see her. She did not answer him. Not that she did not have anything to tell but she did not want to scare the fish away. Birger, no matter not much different than a beast for Ilaria, at least was able to think, unlike a beast. She could not help but smile with the thought. He was very right as she heard all the rumors about those plants and beasts and all. Was she scared? Yes... Would she show it? No. She watched the fish approaching slowly, unaware of her presence and she swiftly aimed it with her wooden spear taking out of water tangling at the edge. It was big enough to feed both. She walked out of the water and approached. Crouching next to him, leaning to the stick that was keeping the fish in the air, like the flag of her victory. "I really dont mind, but I have two questions. One, do you really think that you can stay silent? And two, this is the second time you are avoiding height. " she smiled amused. "Are you scared Viking?" Raised to her feet and stab the stick to the sand. Without letting him reply she walked to get her boots. "I got the food so you will cook..." she said. This was gonna be hell of a journey and she was so gonna enjoy messing with this giant man.

Birger would begin by preparing the freshly caught fish for cooking over the open campfire. With a sturdy blade, the fish would be scaled and gutted swiftly. Birger would then rinse the fish in the cold river water, ensuring it's thoroughly cleaned of any debris or remaining innards. Unfortunately salt and other herbs were luxuries that neither of them had on hand at this moment, however, fresh fish could be delectable in its own right. With the campfire roaring, the Viking would skewer the fish on a long, sharpened stick, securing it over the open flames, periodically turning the fish to ensure it's evenly roasted. The flickering flames would infuse a delightful smoky flavor into the fish, and the cooking process would be carefully monitored to achieve a crispy, golden-brown skin while keeping the meat tender and succulent. “Scared? I suspect it is more to do with knowing my strengths and preferences. My greatest strengths, my body and combat ability, are best used on steady ground. Being up in trees is like a great bear being cast away in the middle of an ocean. His strengths are meaningless out there. Besides-“ He looked over at her smaller, petite build. “These trees and branches are too small for me, maybe more suitable for someone of your stature.” He half teased as the fish grew crisper. “As for staying silent, I don’t suppose we will have much of choice. I doubt the assassins will be stupid enough to follow us into the forest. It would however be reckless of us to be rushing through it.” He took a seat on a log and looked over to her. “What exactly have you heard about the forest? I am thinking some precautions should be considered. Elders have told tails of voices calling out to men within the woods, luring them to something sweet. These travelers get lost and turned around, losing their sight of the path they were on and are thought to never be able to return.” He said, biting his inner cheek as he thought about it further. “I’m half tempted to say

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we should consider tying a length of rope between us, that way neither of us can stray too far from the other. Not because I think you will escape, but because who knows what sort of thoughts may creep in. It’ll be dark at times, disorienting. It’ll be good to know that even when we can’t see that we can find our way back to one another.”

Ilaria watched the man handling the fish. He was clearly not a bad cook and she was grateful for that as cooking was not one of her strong skills. She was sitting next to the fire when he started to answer her words. Him knowing his strengths was very reasonable explanation but still... he did not like to be over the trees. Considering his first experience, he had a every right not to. "Assassins will follow us anywhere... People will not hire cheap assassins to get me. They are to kill or die and will not fear to get in the forest. On the other hand, I cant tell you the same thing for bounty hunters. They will not dare to get in so that alone is gonna save us from most of the trouble." she said and fell silent turning her eyes to the fire. His other question mad her lower her mask. She needed clean air. That forest was not a joke. Her green eyes slowly raised to his. "I think we need to get to know each other better before we get in there...I would do more for us then tying us to each other" she whispered. "It is said that we are to face our biggest fears... whatever we run from in our minds." she explained. She had seen a guy who came back from there alive... He was found in the forest. He never spoke again. "I have heard about those whispers, poisonous plants, Wolfs of the sizes of lions and lions in the size of a rhino. Nothing in those woods is normal and if we can, when we get out, we will not be same." she whispered. "So what bothers your mind Birger? Do you know yourself enough to know this or are we gonna find it out there?" she smirked just the same way when he teased her about her size.

As the fish roasted over the open fire the Viking was drawn to the words of the Southern Princess. Again, she showed herself to be wiser and more thoughtful than her years, and more so than he would have initially given her credit for. She was showing herself to be more than just a pretty face. He smiled back at her, holding her gaze for a moment as she inquired as to what bothers him. “If you were to ask any Viking they would laugh at the concept of being fearful of anything. But righteous courage can just be stupid if it leads you to your death.” He reached down to his waterskin to take a drink, wishing it was anything stronger than water. “What bothers me the most is not having something to be bothered by.” He said, letting his words linger before getting to his true meaning. “It was all well and good when I was younger to be Erik’s trusted blade. To be his general whom he could confidently count upon while we wage some war or other. Those were good times, and yet, years pass us by quickly. I suppose now I do this because I know nothing else. Have nothing else. Sure, I suppose if I wished to retire I would be given comfortable quarters. But then what? A man needs to keep his mind and body occupied. I don’t have a bride or wife waiting for me back home. No children. That’s fine, because it is less strings attached when I go off to war. But when we speak about things like greatest fears? My greatest fear now is likely getting to a point where I am too injured, or too old, where I am forced to stay back in the village. Surrounded by no one, and unable to do the things I enjoy.” He took the fish off the from the fire and began splitting it down the center, laying her portion on a leaf as the steaming, flakey meat was presented to her. “The concept of going into that forest is less scary than the concept of being stuck at home unable to do the things I want to do.”

Ilaria watched him as he talked. The man or the beast as she would call him, was beautiful and it was interesting that he was single. Either the women of vikings were picky, or it was Birger. "So are you telling me your king sent you here because you have no one behind?" she smirked teasing him. "Do not worry Birger, the ship, that is carrying my dowry to your homelands, also carries beautiful maidens. I am sure you will like one of them and you will have your own family if you manage to get me back." she teased him further with a wry smile. She knew it will not be easy to get out of that forest. Maybe they were gonna die there. "I fear to lose my loved ones." she whispered after a long silence. Opening her heart was not easy for her but being fair meant more. He opened up to her, so now she was gonna do the same. "My mother died giving birth to me. I am raised with the disappointment in the gaze of my father. Like it was not enough I was not the boy he hoped me of, I also looked a lot like my mother. A reminder to him each time he looked at me. " her eyes started to fill. "No matter I am the jewel, high commander and many more things that I am, I was nothing but pain for my father. " "Getting into that forest and die there does not scare me. What I fear is, to be the disappointment to my people just like my father." she sighed and placed a smile to hide her feelings. "And if you do not share that fish I will starve even before that forest!" she giggles and threw him a pebble playfully.

Birger laughed a bit and rolled his eyes at the woman. “I’m not sure your southern maidens are meant for Vikings. Besides, I feel like if I left my future wife at home while I’m off risking my life that it’ll just cause me further hesitations and limiting factors. Ideally I’d just find a partner who would wander along these adventures with me, but the battlefield among other things are not typical places one would want their wife to be at. Though I suppose a lot of our own Viking women are full fledged warriors in their own right. That said… they lack a certain… appeal.” Birger laughed. “Don’t tell them I said that.” He joked, as if calling the women of his own tribe as being not exactly as feminine in appearance as maybe he hoped. He quieted down as she confessed her greatest guilt. How she described her life to him. He’d seen her as a spoiled princess earlier, however, it was becoming clear that her life had many hardships up until now. Almost as if she herself had been resented from being born and nothing she could do would earn her the approval she was seeking. “Your father failed to protect his people. Maybe that was inevitable when fighting against the Vikings, but that rests upon his shoulders. However, you are saving your people in a way that he never could. If he’s not proud of you for making such a sacrifice then he’s undeserving. Your people will thank you, even if he cannot.” Birger said as he looked down at the fillet of fish he had portioned out for her on a leaf. “Tisk, not only do you make me cook you dinner, but now you want delivery too?” He joked, standing up with the two halves of fish in either hand as he walked over and took a seat beside her on a log. “Your dinner, madam.” He held his palm out towards her for her to take the leaf/fish “We can eat now then head on out again. Get ourselves closer to the forest’s edge. We’ll have to pray the weather cooperates with us. Rain will make things difficult to travel in, although, it’ll e

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qually make it difficult for assassins to track us. If the gods bless us, perhaps we’ll even find a decent shelter or two to rest at along the way.”

"If we are not meant for Vikings, why are you taking me to Erik?" she asked her eyes getting a little bit cloudy. Not because she mind what he thinks about her and her own people but because she had to marry that animal. Her eyes were burning in the light of the flames, locked in the eyes of him. Maybe she even hoped that he would just tell her to go back and convince Erik that she was not for him. His words about the women of his kind, with the comparison and all made her smile. "Maybe you will find my maidens appealing." she smirked. "And if you like a fighter, you would actually love Ariel. " she even gave him a name. She was not even there and she was already matchmaking. They were her maidens yes, but they, just like her, were not ordinary women. They were as well trained as her, to protect her in her chambers. "My father is not a warrior, Birger. He fights with his mind, not with his sword. And this union was his idea which saved his people with my sacrifice." she explained to him and watched the man raise to come sit next to her. He was not smelling bad after a bath. She reached and took the leaf and started to eat her fish. He was at least a good cook. "Well, I hunted and delivered the fish to you, so it is only fair if you cook and deliver the food to me." she smirked as she kept eating. After they finished they started to walk in the woods to reach the dark forest. The silence between them was kind of peaceful as they were listening the woods and watching around carefully. "Birger..." she broke the silence. Her voice was hesitant and even kind of shy. That was unlike her. She paused like she was thrying to gather her courage and looked at him. "What is he like?" she asked. Yes she was curious about the man whom she heard awful stories about also she was shy that she had to ask him and made him know that she wanted to know about Erik.

“You’re not a typical woman though.” He said, half playfully, half just telling her the truth. Her marriage to Erik was more so like a treaty arrangement. What Birger didn’t want was some small, pretty woman who was incapable of being a partner in life. From what he saw, many noble ladies were spoiled and waited upon by others. He didn’t want some ‘Princess’, although, ironically, Ilaria was not at all like the noble ladies he’d come to know of. That said, it was somewhat interesting to know that the maidens within Ilaria’s dowry were capable in their own right. He was not going to make any promises, however the fact of the matter was that as Erik’s general Birger would undoubtedly come to know Ilaria much more, and have interaction with her hand maidens. It’s not as if Birger didn’t like women, quite the contrary. It’s just that he hadn’t found one that possessed all the qualities he was drawn to. Upon getting to know one another just a little better, it was not long before the two were set out again. The travelers walked with deliberate steps along a winding, dirt path that was barely visible in the dim light of the pre-dawn hours. The forest lay ahead, concealed by a thick veil of mist that clung to the ground and hung like ghostly tendrils from the gnarled trees that marked the boundary between civilization and the unknown. As the journey continued, the traveler's senses were heightened, every rustling leaf and distant hoot of an owl echoing with an eerie significance. The path was uneven and rocky, making each step a deliberate choice, a commitment to venture deeper into the heart of the darkness that lay ahead.

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The silence only broken as she inquired of her to-be husband. Her question caused him to hesitate and draw in his cheek to bite upon as if searching for the words. “He’s a good king to his people. He has seen us through many hardships and has brought us from poverty to a point of prominence. He’s bled and cried for his people.” Birger said, he could tell many tales of both him and Erik having gone on their own adventures and facing countless threats. “But he is ruthless to his enemies. He will not hesitate to kill, maim, or torture those who stand in his way. Peeling the skin off their still alive bodies if it means getting the information he seeks. I suspect Erik loves his people and the kingdom that he’s grown, and yet, I also suspect him incapable of loving another. My understanding is that many marriages are arranged in your culture. Daughters sold to other families to firmly create bonds. Marriage is not always because of love, which I know you already know. I suspect that your life with Erik can be comfortable. You will be provided for. You will undoubtedly bear his children. On paper you will have a husband, but he’s a hard man who I think might be incapable of tender affection.” Birger said, as they continued to navigate the trail, silence coming to him before he added after several seconds. “I am glad you are a strong woman. I hope your heart is as strong as both your body and mind.” He said as he suspected this would be a cold, loveless marriage for the woman.

Ilaria was risking her life to marry a man she had never seen or known. She of course did not expect to make a love marriage but at least she hoped he would be a man that she could grow some feelings in time. She walked between the trees as she listened to the man. It was clear that he respected his king. Otherwise he surely would not be here, risking his life to bring his bride to him. Erik was known with the lack of mercy, but she only listened him from his enemies. It was not very different though listening about him from someone so close to him. She could not help but smirk when he said that she would be comfortable. "With all due respect Birger, your people live in huts... I am a princess... I live in a castle." she did not say much more. He was smart enough to know what she meant. They were bathing in nature, she was used to tubs with rose petals and oils. While she was not an ordinary princess, she always dreamed of marrying a man she did or at least could love. Considering the words of the viking, she would not have that. Erik would not love anyone and Ilaria could not love an animal. Was her heart strong enough to handle it? That she was gonna live and see. "Would he take a mistress?" she asked avoiding to meet his gaze. She could handle not being loved. But being disrespected was another thing. She could go too far to challenge him even to death in such a case. If she was gonna die, she was gonna die with honor. After a few moments she stopped. The son was at the top. It was noon and the moist was getting them move harder. She moved her mask down and slowly moved down her hood. Her wild red hair spread over her shoulders. She slowly untied and took off her cloak. She was maybe looking more like a princess than a thief. "One more hour and we will arrive to the entrance of the woods."

Birger laughed at her comments of living in huts. “Many do, sure. Those poorer tribes most certainly do, but we do have luxuries as well. We simply don’t feel the need to separate ourselves so completely from nature. Believe it or not, it can be quite warm to be under a few layers of animal furs beside a fire, all the while getting to watch as the snow falls outside. And, I don’t care what fancy bath tubs you may have had in your kingdom, I am confident in my believe that they could never be as comfortable, soothing, and all together revitalizing as a natural hot spring.” He said, knowing of a few that perhaps one day he would show her. It was something otherworldly to submerge oneself in pools of heated water that were entirely of the Earth’s own making. The trek ebbed and flow between periods of banter, and periods of silence. They were much better equipped at conversing than when they first started. More familiar and friendly with the other, but it didn’t erase the fact that this travel was arduous and that they still had threats all around them. This wasn’t some simple hike for recreation. Upon her next question of Erik, which he didn’t mind, nor did he try to give her any indication that it bothered him, he was more than forth coming and believed she had a right to know. It would do her no good to build up false hopes. Still, her question caused him to grow silent for some seconds as he knew what the answer she ‘wanted’ to hear, and he felt a sense of guilt in having to be the bearer of bad news. “You are not Erik’s first wife. He’s had several, and truth be told, I’m actually uncertain as to which ones were fully wives through marriage, and which ones were mistresses that he merely had a taste for.” As may have been explained prior, it was customary for the Viking Chief to subjugate conquered tribes by ‘claiming’ the wives or daughters of conquered chieftan’s. Ilaria was much the same, albeit, she was a much grander prize than some small village. As if f

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eeling awkward after delivering the bad news, Birger added. “I don’t know entirely what his plans are for you. Marriage sure, however I do not know whether he will allow you to rule, whether it’s merely to keep your father in check, whether he intends on having you produce heirs, or whether you’ll just be a prisoner who is married and yet basically confined to her own room. Admittedly, Ilaria, you are more special than the previous women he’s been with, if you were to ask me.” The Viking said, slashing away some vines and brush as they headed further along the trail towards the woods.

She heard Vikings were bathing outside women or men not caring. It was fully wrong for her as she would never let any men to see her naked but her husband. This was how she was raised. On the other hand, she loved to be out in the forest, swim in the lake... But she was either surrounded by women or she was alone when she was doing such. She remained silent to his words though. Maybe one day she could try that. His silence to her question, got her ready for the answer. She knew something unpleasant was coming but she did not know it was that bad. This time, it was her turn to get silent. She was measuring her words while she was trying to understand the whole picture. "So what happens to the former wife when he marries a new one?" she asked. She was curious if all those women were there and were they gonna live all together. "She takes another wife while one was alive?" she asked. She did not know even that was accepted in their culture. Clearly there was alot to learn about them. "Do they live all together? I mean how does it work? He visit one every night?" she kept asking questions as they walked through the forest. She was making sure that her tone was low and her ears were open to listen the surrounding. Finally they arrived to a wide river. It was wild and she did not know how deep was it. The other side of the river was shadow forest. Her eyes raised to the sky as if she was talking to her god. Was she gonna make it to that animal Birger was telling her about? What did she do to deserve such? Why was she risking her life to go to him? Her eyes closed shut. For his people. Would her people want their princess to be insulted by vikings? Would she allow Erik to insult her like that? Maybe things would be different? Maybe, as Birger said, Erik would think she was special and he decides to be with her only? She took a deep breath as the idea was squeezing her heart. Not because she was jealous but because she did not like the idea of being disrespected.

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"So, do you think we can make it to the other side?" she said placing her hands on the hilts of her swords. "The water is too strong. I am not sure if I can walk without support." she explained. She learned by experience that if she wanted to survive, she had to determine what she could or could not do.

Birger was used to the customs of his people, he’d grown up within, and he didn’t necessarily believe that the human body was anything to be embarrassed about. But then again, trying to understand it more from her perspective, perhaps it was less to do about being embarrassed and more so being sacred/reserved to only be seen by someone deserving of it. He briefly, only briefly, looked over at Ilaria. Not necessarily imagining her undressed, but, considering, if she was his wife, would he want her bathing among others who were open to see her? He would likely not. “Erik has traveled his lands for quite a while. We’ve been through and conquered many villages. He has laid with many women. The majority of those women may consider themselves ‘wives’ of Erik, however, most of them reside back in their own local villages.” Birger was aware that none of this information would be pleasant for her to here, but he saw no reason in lying to her about it. He respected Erik and the man did have some good qualities about him, though clearly not as it related to women and relationships. “Your lands are quite bothersome.” Birger said, stepping forward to the edge of the embankment as he peered off in either direction as the long river stretched on as far as one could see without any good land crossings. “It’s not necessarily the flow of the river that bothers me, more so that we and our gear will get soaked yet again which in turn I expect will make for a cold night. We will likely need to make camp shortly after crossing and consider building a fire to dry our clothing and stay warm. As for the water’s current…” The large Viking probably was twice her size, and would be a good anchor for her to lean on and stay close to. “We could cross together. Link arms, or potentially you can walk in front, I will be behind you maybe as acting as some stability as he walk together? Elsewise, it could be some hours in either direction before we find a more shallow spot to cross.

Ilaria listened to his words almost with disgust. The man was clearly breeding with every woman he found like a dog and that meant too many heirs. On the other hand if Ilaria would have one, he would be a royal having the blood of her kind. She held her tongue about the topic though. She walked closer to the man and glared at the river. "Our lands are hard to conquer." She paused a moment and added. "Just like our women" she smirked sneaking a gaze at him. He was indeed pretty right about the clothing. On the other hand though her pack was leather and would not let things inside get wet but still she could keep it off water. Her gaze turned to him for a moment hesitating to talk. "If you are that eager to get naked, you better do before we move in so we can keep your clothes dry. " She showed him her pack. "But I will need you to keep them off water just in case." She offered. She could also keep her outfit off and walk in with her undergarment. It was a pain to dry those leather outfits. Her gaze then turned to the river. "Are you sure you can keep both of us under control? Its very strong Birger." She said unsure if he was that strong.

Her word elicited a laugh from him as he shook his head. “Better to be naked than freezing later. That said, worry not my dear maiden, I shall not soil your eyes with the male form. It is unknown what manner of psychosis may arise from a Southern lady resting her eyes upon a Viking within his prime.” He was clearly just jesting now. “I’ll keep my shorts on. “ He said as he set his supplies down, sword, and began to take off bits of leather and armor. His torso was largely uncovered under most circumstances, save for some armor along his forearms and shoulder. “The thing about crossing rivers is that we don’t necessarily need to swim directly across to the other side, doing so does indeed take a lot of strength as you’re swimming against the current. However, if we let the current take us slightly, we can land down stream a little further and make a more gradual crossing.” He said, wrapping his gear up and standing back to his feet. Even if he wasn’t ‘nude’ the Viking was showing off a fair bit of skin now. Tying his longer hair back behind him as he extended a hand out to her. “I will try my best at keeping your gear out of the water too. I will say… it might be in our best interest to tie a length of rope between us, just incase one of us gets away, we will at least remain together. On the positive side… this river will slow down any would-be assassins.” He said, turning to look around them. They’ve been fortunate up until this point that they only had the one encounter. This river, and then the forest, would greatly aid in putting distance between them and outside threats. Though, the lands within the region were proving to be dangerous as-is.

Ilaria walks closer as he undresses himself without moving her eyes even an inch from his eyes. She opened her bag and extended for him to place his outfits. He clearly was messing with her and she had no reason not to return the favor. "You will keep your shorts?" snorts "Why? You don't adore that part of your body as much as the rest of it?" she smirked. "Explains why you are alone." now.. she was challenging but the moment the words spilled, she regretted it. She cleared her throat and turned away. "Anyways. If you wanna bind us... bind away. But please be aware I can not be the anchor for you that you can be for me." she said trying to concentrate on the plan. She was facing the river and when he moved closer to bind her to him she did not move and made sure she was watching the sky as she did not know if he had kept the shorts or not. She took her boots off and threw into the bag. She took her sock off too, she hated wet footwear. She placed her cloak finally and tied her hair up to a bun. She considered to took off the rest of her outfit but one of them naked was disturbing enough. She took the leather pants off and the leather vest leaving herself with only cloth garment. It would take days to fully dry leathers. She was, though, still feeling like naked. -

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Again, without looking at him, she handed the bag for him to keep safe. She secured her swords, and then the rope that was gonna keep them together and paused next to the river. She slowly walked into the river. The water was very cold and her body was reacting to it. And her tight, cloth garment was making her every curve visible. The flow was very strong for her as she reached and grabbed his arm. He was so warm even in that icy water. She could feel the hot wave hitting on her back coming from him. She never liked to lean her back to someone or something. Battlefields taught her not to trust anyone fully, but in that journey Birger was her only way out. She turned and looked up at him for a moment like she needed assurance to go on. She slowly started to walk taking baby steps not to lose her balance. They were indeed going good till they were only 7-8 more steps away from the shore. Her bare feet that she placed over a rock slipped and she fully lost her balance hitting to his steel like chest with the strength of the flow. If he could keep his balance he needed to pull her to him and retrieve her balance and if he could not... then they would start to follow the lead of the wild river together.

She had a certain habit and personality that was always butting heads and challenging him. This may have been a turn off for some men, especially noble men who perhaps saw women as subordinates, however, for Birger he accepted the challenge, perhaps even enjoyed it. She pushed his buttons, in return, it was just his nature to push hers back. “Just being considerate. There is a princess within my midst. Even if she doesn’t act like a proper princess.” Birger said, though he was of mind to teach her that teasing had consequences. He would have been perfectly content wearing shorts, and yet, she had to test him. As such, the Viking shed the remainder of his clothing as he stuffed it into her bag. He was keenly aware, through her talking that her eyes did not wander. He had to commend her self control. Not that he thought it was some uncontrollable urge, but it was human nature at times to just have one’s eyes drift. Birger looked like any other man though, so long as that man was broad shouldered, lean and in rather good shape with a pleasing shape and form to his body. “The binding is so that even if the current sweeps us away that we will end up washing ashore together. Better than us being separated by quite a distance and not being sure how to get back to the other.” He said as he watched from behind as she too began to shed her clothing. Stripping down until she had but cloth garments to cover her. A different sight from the leather and armor he’d seen her in previously. Accented further as the cloth grew wet and clung to the frame of her body. Once tied and tethered there was nothing left to do but to venture across the rushing waters. Waters that were chilled from the glaciers at the top of the mountain that they chose not to climb. This was uncomfortable, however, the Vikings did have a custom of doing some icy bathing into frozen lakes.

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“It’s okay-“ He said in response to her grabbing onto his arm. He was going to be her anchor, as best he could, and because of that it would inevitably mean contact. The deeper they treaded into the river, the more it rose. Covering their ankles, then knees, and it wasn’t long before it moved up to their waists. Even for the viking the cold water was restricting, his breathing shallow, his body immediately going into over drive to keep warm. The surface of his skin rose in temperature as adrenaline began to course through him, a bodily response towards being in ‘danger’. “You’re doing good Ilaria.” He said, his voice over her head as he stood a fair bit taller than her. Birger might have preferred to have a hand on her, though he was careful to not reach out to her, feeling as if it would be better to let her make contact as needed. As he believed they nearly made it, he saw, and then felt as her smaller body leaned, and half fell back in and against him. His right hand was busy keeping the bag above the water while the left forearm slipped under the surface, securing itself against her waist and pulling her into his chest. Momentarily sealing the space between them as he fought against gravity and the current of the river. “Crap-“ He gritted, reflexively he wanted to wrap his other arm around her, but couldn’t as he had to keep the bag above the water line. This resulted in him dipping lower in the water, dragging her down lower as well. He was able to manage to keep both of their heads above water, but his chest was soaked, and by the time he regained his balance, whatever cloth garments were left on her were similarly wet. “Nearly lost you-“ He panted near her neck, washing her skin with a contrasting warm breath as he was likely just as eager as her to get to the other side. “See, not so bad, even a bit refreshing.” He laughed, the water was freezing and even he was looking forward to getting out as quickly as possible. “Maybe I should have had you sit atop

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my shoulders.”

She really hoped that he would not take her challenge for the sake of Erik but he did not care and took that last bit of clothing off. She knew, not because she was looking but because he placed it in the bag she was holding before she handed to him. "I think you should be grateful that I am not an ordinary princess, viking. Or your work would be even harder." she muttered before moving into the water. She was grateful though he was behaving normal while she was using him as an anchor. It was already humiliating enough for her that he was naked and she needed him to pass the river. He did not even lay a hand on her till she lost her balance. She sank into the water till a strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her out of the water. The water was very cold and her lips were almost purple already. And the fear of of drowning made her even panic more. Her hands wrapped around his strong arm as he leaned her small body to his. He was so warm while the water was that cold. Her shivering body calmed a little before she gathered herself back and landed back on her feet. The only thing between them was the thin fabric and when he spoke, she breath ticked her skin. Her whole body shivered, she did not know if it was because of the cold or because of the guilt being that close to this man. She forced a smile to his words and kindly slid herself off from his arms but she did not dare to leave his hand.

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She took a step and made sure it was secure this time before taking another step. She wanted to throw herself to the shore not because she hated to be in the river but she hated to be that close to him. It was an unknown territory for her and he was not the one she should explore. She took a couple more steps and finally grabbed a branch near the shore and pulled herself off the river. She was shivering like crazy. They stayed more than they should in such a cold water but Birger seemed to look okay. She turned her green eyes to his. Her gratefulness was clear in her gaze. "Thank you..." she whispered and laid on the floor hoping to get some warmth but it was stll early morning. The early breeze was making it hard for her.

The water crossing was a more harrowing experience than the Viking man would have thought, but again, this was not necessarily a bad thing. The more difficult terrain they placed between themselves and their pursuers the better. The forest itself should provide an odd mix of danger and protection for that very reason. By the time the two of them walked and pulled themselves ashore they both looked washed up, cold, and exhausted. Birger was essentially tensed and having to resist the flow of the water at every step of the way, prepared to be support for Ilaria when needed, all while fighting his internal urges to rush across to the other side to get out of the frigid waters. She was the first to emerge from the water, her clothing soaked and sticking to her body as she crawled up the embankment and collapsed to catch her breath. The viking, chilled to the bone as well, still managed to retrieve some of his dry clothing out of the bag. Most notably some shorts, and dry pants that he pulled on. It granted near immediate relief as his body worked quickly to expend body heat, and now trap it between the garments. His torso, however, was still wet and exposed. Warm to the touch, but the air and wind was a thief that stole it quickly. “Nothing to thank me for-“ He said, moving to lay along side her. Near, but not touching as he was equally of mind to catch his breath. Looking up at the sky as the sound of their panting, and the river, filled the air around them. “We’re partners. You did well. Many people when submerged in icy waters go into a panicked state as their body interprets it as a life or death situation.” He chuckled a little after. “Our boys and girls have a rite of passage as they transition into adult hood, having to take a dip within an icy lake. Symbolizing us as Northern Born. You yourself now have just passed something similar. Was it as bad as you thought, or worse?” He asked, reaching for her hand. Not to hold it affectionately, but rather, fee

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l how cold her fingertips were.

Ilaria closed her eyes as she was to week for self control right now as the man was walking around naked. That was surely not for her eyes no matter it was the result of her challenge. Under normal circumstances she would blush but she was freezing. Her lips were still blue and shivering. She needed to change her clothes but she was not finding the strength to do that. She flinched when she felt his hand on hers. Maybe it was not warm yet, or maybe it was but she was that cold not to be able to separate it. Her eyes opened in stress of his touch. "I am not sure I managed to pass that test viking..." she whispered. Her body was trembling under the breeze. "I need my cloak..." she mumbled a little worried. It was impossible to go on the path while she was that cold and they were losing time. She tried to roll to get up but her arms failed her to fell back on the grass. She was used to bath in the lake but the water was not that freezing and maybe she could handle the cold but they remained more than then should while she panicked because she lost her balance. "I think you will need to set a fire.." she closed her eyes. She was getting sleepy. Was it the stress or the cold? "Birger... do not let me sleep..." she whispered

It truly seemed as if quite a bit of energy was sapped from the young woman. Birger, who up until this point seemed to enjoy their back and forth game of bantering and challenging one another, couldn’t help but notice that Ilaria’s situation was more dire than he had expected. Perhaps crossing the river for him was fine given his larger body mass and ability to produce heat, but she seemed visibly chilled and temporarily weakened. His joking nature set aside he took up a more serious expression. She was a comrade as far as he was concerned and as such he would do whatever was within his power to see to it that she would be alright. “Shh-“ He said, as she told him not to let her sleep. “You need rest, whether it’s a few minutes, or longer. I’m going to need to find us a suitable location to rest at, as well as collect some wood to start a fire.” He reached into the bag, pulling out the cloak before draping it over her soaked and cold body. “I’m not going to go far, but… I might be out of sight for a little bit. As soon as I find a spot suitable for us I will come back, and if need be, carry you to that spot before I go about collecting wood to start a fire. Just… hang in there a little longer.” He said, trying to reassure her as he stood up and looked towards the tree line. They were on the threshold now of the Forest. Just within lurked unknown dangers, though from afar, it looked like any other ordinary forest. Survival instincts kicked in however as he would want to scout for terrain that would benefit them. Shield them from prevailing winds, while also blocking out views of their camp fire from those who might be passing by. Ideally, he was on the look out for a hollow within the rocks that they could use as shelter from the wind, from any rain, as well as to build a fire whereby the surrounding rock materials would absorb the heat and radiate its warmth for hours. The issue that neither was necessarily aware of was the differing kinds of plants within th

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e forest. Some poisonous to humans. Some with mind altering effects. This could be transmitted through pollen, a stinging from thorns, or in some circumstances, merely burning wood that perhaps has fungus growing on the sides would be enough to put the spores into the air which would be breathable by the two. Birger, who didn’t really ‘believe’ in such things, was more so focused on finding suitable shelter for now, hopefully not more than thirty or so minutes walk from where they washed ashore, as he would undoubtedly need to help support, or carry the Princess.

It surely would be easier to warm up if her underwear was not soaked. The chilled breeze of the morning was burning her skin and she was indeed worried to fall asleep. She had heard too many storied about this forest and the biggest mistake they could do was to split up. Though, she did not know how to explain that to that hard headed viking. He was used to following his own decisions. "Birger, do not leave me alone..." she managed to whisper. She was worried for him but also for herself. She was defenseless right now against any attacks coming from beasts or the men that are already after them. On the other hand she knew they have eliminated most of head hunters by getting into the Woods of Shadow while she did not know if the beasts of the woods were any less dangerous. She would hardly fear anything, but it was hard not to while she did not know what was expecting them. The cloak, at least, cut the breeze. The sun was going up getting the weather warmer and she was hoping she could hold herself together till the sun goes to top or till Birger managed to find a way to warm her up. She slowly sat up. Her fingers were trembling as her nails were also blue. She really could not guess that the water would be that cold and staying inside would effect her like that. "We..." she was hardly able to talk as her teeth were hitting... "We cant... lose time.." she manged to say. She was hating what she was about to ask but she had to. It would make them again at least a couple hours and considering all the men after them it was a good heads up. She managed to take off her clothes under the cloak and laid back on the grass... "Hug me.." she said closing her eyes not really happy with the idea but the man was clearly producing enough heat to keep both of them warm enough.

Naturally the Viking wasn’t keen on leaving her alone either, and yet, weighing out the threats that faced them, he was genuinely concerned that her body temperature may fall to dangerously low levels and knowing that hypothermia was not to be taken lightly, the Viking was set upon making the two of them a fire. The alternative would make for a very cold and uncomfortable day and night for the two. “Ilaria…” He said, looking down at her as she sat up, teeth chattering away. Of course she was protesting being left alone, but what alternative did they have? He was about to say he agreed to them not being able to afford to lose time, especially in her condition, and yet her next words affirmed to him what she had in mind. It caused his brow to raise. Not because it was a bad idea, but rather he was surprised she’d be so pragmatic about it. Even as she said ‘hug me’ it took him a few seconds, as if giving her the opportunity to change her mind. He half wondered if perhaps she wasn’t thinking clearly and yet, time was of the essence for both of them and neither could afford to argue. He knew this was not her first choice. “What a sorry state of affairs-“ He mumbled as he moved to kneel down and soon to lay along side her. Notably he was not under the cloak, but rather, moved to drape his arm over her body, the cloak separating them from pressing bare skin against bare skin. “I don’t like the idea of having to hide, cower, and shiver our way through this journey. I would just as soon slay all who dare to pursue us, though I know this method is the wiser choice. As much as I think fire would benefit us greatly… the light of such a fire is dangerous in itself. Relax… it’s going to be rough, but right now should be the worst of it.” He said, he could feel her body trembling beneath. “Again, I know this isn’t ideal for either of us, but if we’re looking to conserve body heat, there are better ways we can do this.” Birger said, referring to him moving beneath the c

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loak and spooning with the woman. “I should also mention… I suspect Erik would find this treasonous of me to lay unclothed with his to-be wife. I know nothing of the sort would transpire between us. Still, it would be best he not know of this. For my sake, but similarly, for yours. I would hope he’d treat you respectfully once you arrive. Giving him less reason to mistreat you would be in your best interests.” He said, speaking truthfully as it would make matters quite difficult to explain the reasons behind laying so close to the princess.

Ilaria was really not in a condition to consider his opinions so she really did not notice he was giving a time to change her mind. She was freezing and it was already so hard to take off her last pieces of clothes. The warmth of cloak gave her the strength and if he would just do what she had said they would be back on the road in half an hour. She was not excited about her marriage with Erik yet of course she would always stay loyal. Not because she respected him but because she had respect for herself and for her kingdom. On the other hand this was a different situation. She was not cheating on her future husband but she was keeping herself alive for him in the best way she can. Once he laid at her back to spoon her she relaxed a tinny bit as his heat was enough to get to her through the cloak. She knew he had a point. No men would like to know such situation yet she did not say a word. She just moved to lean closer. With or without cloak she needed his heat. If it was to her she would just remove the cloak between them but she did not , not to make the man to feel guiltier. It would take her 15 mins to come back to her senses of he were to keep the cloak and 5 if he did take it off. "I am not a woman and you are not a man here Viking. You are a soldier, I am your mission. If I die you fail... If you let me die it is treason... If you lie to your King it is treason, if you let your future queen die..." She paused not really liking the sentence "I think you got my point..." She said.

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On the other hand she was well aware how it would end for both of us if that man she heard awful things about learn this. "You can be sure of my silence. I will just be grateful not leaving me for death and with that I will be grateful for keeping our people safe." She added. She really did not think it through when she asked for the solution. She was just thinking like a soldier, to survive. Yet when her senses starts to get back to normal, when she started to feel every inch of him at her back, she started to feel uncomfortable for being too comfortable where she was.

He was pulled away to the task at hand as even in her compromised state she was still able to reflect upon the situation in a clear and concise manner. Truly he was finding her ability to maintain focus to be quite the admirable trait. She was a good soldier, and in this case, his comrade. As she reminded him it mattered very little right now whether she was a woman, or he a man. What mattered was that they were for all intents and purposes in a life or death situation, likely with many more to follow. Birger could identify that perhaps he was treating her a bit different than he would any other. Maybe it was because she was going to be Erik’s wife. Because she may one day be his Queen. Perhaps it was simply for the fact that despite not wishing to delve into such matters he did instinctively find her attractive and therefore he imposed extra obstacles ahead of himself lest he allow his thoughts to wander. Ultimately he could agree that regardless of the outcome her health was not something he wanted to gamble on. Her point was indeed made, and though the viking was silent, he did audibly huff and soon there were sounds of fabric rustling, of grass crunching beneath him as he shifted his form. Birger was warm enough that his body heat could seep through the cloak, although, in a much more muted way, but he could feel her trembling body, and given the situation he believed the two of them could act maturely. Without speaking, the sounds of fabric rustling and grass crunching would become abundantly clear as the subtle feel of heat was instead replaced with something more shocking. Bare flesh pressed to her body, his chest and torso bearing against her back, his abdomen spilling heat against her bottom and further, the feel of his strong arms enveloping her nude, shivering form. Her body was of course covered, he would not see anything explicit, and similarly, even though his arms wrapped around her, they were placed securely against her own abdomen. Neither dr

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ifting too high, nor too low. Truthfully he was chilled too and so sharing this heat with her beneath the cloak was just as inviting to him. “Perhaps my queen will be less stubborn about shedding her clothing the next time we have a water crossing. I know why you chose to keep it on. Though, I would have shut my eyes if you asked me to. Instead, we are here without so much as properly dry clothes to dress you in. This is not the first time I’ve had to huddle comrades for warmth-“ Birger spoke, his voice just above a whisper. He didn’t need to speak especially loud considering how close to her she was. His voice, the feel of his breath at the back of her head as he spooned her. “Admittedly… you make much better company than the others.” He chuckled, if only to try and lessen the tension. Speaking if only to distract himself from his mind wandering.

His warmth was enough even through the cloak. She was really not expecting him to remove the cloak between them and huge her like that due to the situation they were in yet he did. He was burning and Ilaria was grateful that no matter how close he was, he was doing everything he could to keep her comfortable. When he addressed her as his queen she could not help but smile. She knew if she could earn the respect of his right hand, Birger, she could earn the respect of the King, Erik. "I have dry clothes in my bag. Once I have my body in its normal state I promise I will be dressed up." she smirked. She had been between men all those years trying to prove herself to her father so she knew them like the back of her hand. She was sure it was hard for him to lay with her like that and not touch her. That was probably why his lips were working instead of his other body parts. Under normal circumstances she would fall asleep as she was so comfortable but his breath at the back of her neck, his warmth covering all her body was keeping her awake. Her color came back to its soft pink self from the cold blue slowly. Her breathing slowed down and she knew it was time to leave her nest while she surely did not want to. "Thank you" she whispered and slowly moved forward leaving a tiny space between them. "Could you please give me my bag? We need to go on our way. We already lost too much time." Unless he would not give her back, she would get some dry clothes, her only spare from her bag and dressed up under the cloak. Once she was done she once more like her thief looking self, her fiery hair locked under her hood, her face hidden under her mask. She stood looking in the dark forest and her eyes turned to him. "This is not gonna be pretty...Are you ready?" She asked

Eventually the viking would run out of words to keep him distracted, however, he did stay under control during his time and attempts at warming the princess beside him. Not altogether an easy task given the male had been traveling alone for some weeks now and while humankind may play at being civilized creatures they are also susceptible to influences and stimuli beyond their control. Libido and attraction were hard-wired frameworks that were embedded into nearly every organism. Many may suppress such instinctual desires, but it didn’t mean they didn’t exist on some level. That said, the Viking held himself together without making the union between their bodies any more awkward than it had to be. Leaving the warmth that was cultivated beneath the cloak was not enticing for either of them, but it was true that they could not linger out here much longer. Ironically, despite the threats that could lurk within the shadowy forest it would actually be safer for them to get inside. Presumably whatever threats lurked within the forest would be easier to deal with than assassins who were explicitly seeking to harm them, rather than wild beasts who might just be responding territorially. Birger clothed himself at the same time that she did, soon rising to stand and moving over towards the grass they were bedded down along and ‘ruffling’ up the grass so that anyone pursuing them would have more difficult time noticing the matted down grass. “As ready as I’ll ever be. We should be mindful to move more slowly once in the forest. I know not of what types of poisonous flora or animals lurk within.” Birger said as they would ultimately start their way towards the forest as the treeline grew thicker. There was truly no telling what they would encounter within. It was entirely possible that if they were lucky they would not be met with any threat. No strange animals to run into, no difficult terrain. However, it was just as likely for them to wander into a patch of forest t

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hat filled in a cloud of spores that could effect the mind, to be scratched by thorny flowers that deliver a poison into the flesh, or chased by unnatural beasts that may be hidden in the shadows.

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Initially walking into the forest would look like any other. Trees are of course trees. Flowers and vines look like any other from afar, but once they traveled in a bit deeper it would be noted that it just felt different. The air was slightly more humid, a little warmer, with a very subtle ‘sweetness’ to the air. Likely due to the nectar dripping from various exotic plants that were seeking to lure in bugs and others to sample the delicious liquid, which may or may not be in their best interests. Trails were hard to come by, though it did appear as if there was a thin and lightly traveled trail that was taken by animals, cutting a winding, meandering path between trees, however, it was far from clear. Thorn bushes were all around and while some smaller animals like rabbits may be able to squeeze through dense foliage, it would prove more difficult for the traveling duo. Upon coming to a particularly dense patch of thorn bushes Birger stopped and looked behind him. “We can either double back and try and find another way around, or-“ He gestured to his sword. “We could hack at the bushes to make some room. It will make more noise, and leave evidence of our presence, but it would be a time savings as well. What do you think?”

Ilaria, no matter she had met him a couple days ago, knew that she could trust him. He was here to keep her safe and alive. When he said he was ready, she knew he was ready to die for her. She nodded and walked in the forest. She was silent. Her mind was wandering in dangerous places. She could still feel his scent close to her and it was giving her a feeling that she was not familiar with. She had flirted back and forth with some of the commanders as they got close when they were in battlefields but that was all. She never had serious feelings or attraction for someone. She knew they were getting close with Birger and she knew it was because of the situation but on the other hand she also knew this was different. At least for her. The forest was darker, scarier once they got deeper yet she was feeling comfortable like she was home. It was feeling like no one could hurt her here. A feeling armies did not gave her. She watched the flora, it was familiar while it was her first time here. "Margret..." she whispered. The witch who saved her once in the woods and secretly taught her everything she knew about the flora. Back then she thought she was teaching her silly stuff along with the useful once but now... they all were making sense. She was ripped off her thoughts with his words. Her gaze moved towards the bushes he showed her. The woman's words echoed in her mind..."If you hurt the woods, the woods hurt you..." she repeated as a whisper. Her gaze turned back to Birger. "We need to find a path..." she said KNOWING that they could. She turned and started to walk, slowly but touching the trees. The breeze swayed around her curves making her tremble, as if the trees were hugging her, welcoming her. The leaves were making sounds like they were leading the way she was moving between the trees like she was possessed. "Do you hear them?" she whispered.

Birger’s eyebrows furrowed at the odd comments uttered by his comrade. He didn’t take her as someone who was particularly religious, or spiritual, however, he couldn’t help but think of that as she spoke of the ‘Forest’ as some entity. That said though, it was not an entirely odd concept to him. His people had tribal origins where lore and myths were created on a local level and shared across the generations. One should have respect for their environment and nature as a whole. “Good luck though. I agree, it’s best we limit how much evidence of our presence there is. If any one does pursue us it’ll make it extremely difficult for them to track us if don’t leave any obvious signs behind. That said, it’s so dense in this forest that navigating without breaking brush will cost us time.” Sure, perhaps if they boldly charged and ran through the forest, they could reach the other side after 24 hours, but it was just as likely they get hurt and find themselves into a precarious situation if they rush recklessly. On the otherhand, if they move slowly and considerately, it may take them a few days to traverse the terrain. “I know time is of the essence, however, given how dense this forest is and how difficult it’ll be for assassins to track us, it doesn’t much matter if it takes us one day, or several.” He followed her as she seemingly gave off the odd sensation that she somewhat knew where she was going. “But no, sorry, I don’t speak ‘tree’.” He said in half jest as she began speaking as if the trees were talking to her. “Are you- Are you sure you haven’t been here before?” The viking inquired, though ultimately so long as they were heading towards the general direction of crossing through the forest, he was willing to follow her. His eyes, and ears, on alert for hidden threats as something felt ‘off’ within this forest. As if they were being watched. As if the entire forest itself was alive and simply allowing them to travel so long as it wanted them to.

Ilaria was moving in the forest enjoying all the emotions running through her body. It was pure joy... "Shhh" she tried to silence him. She was sure he had promised to be silent and careful once they were in the woods yes he got even more chatty. The leaves, the breeze was directing her almost showing her the way out... or the way in... She was just following her instincts. After almost half an hour of walking they came to a wide opening with a small pond inside. It could be only that pretty if it was drawn by a master painter. Her face enlightened with the sight. It was beautiful, there were at least 20 different types of flowers with various colors and the sun rays were playing over the bright colored grass... She turned and looked at him seeking the same joy she was having, on his face. She did not notice though the wild panther watching them through the high grass. The beast slowly started to approach them and she was unable to see as she was looking at Birger. It was like her instincts were blocked. Normally she would sense anything watching her and she would take precautions but she was feelins safe, she was feeling home. Was that the woods or the man she was with?

Birger’s own green eyes peered on through the darkened forest, only tendrils of light streaming in from the small breaks in the dense canopy above. He was at once trying to assess the safety of their surroundings, and yet, found his eyes wandering back to the cloaked woman leading the way before him. On some level she was less distracting now that her clothes had returned to hide and diminish her form and the curves of it. And yet, the Viking’s mind did recall the way that her thin gown had clung to her body previously as they crossed the waters. Now of course he knew better than to let his mind wander. And typically he would have been able to erase such thoughts. Ilaria was just a woman after all. Him escorting her to Erik should be like any other task. Dangerous, sure, but after it all is said and done Birger would likely be reassigned to another task and he and Ilaria would part. Soon the Viking shook his head free of thoughts and returned to the task at hand, albeit, only for some moments. The truth of the matter is that this lapse in concentration should have been more concerning to the Viking that he gave it credit for. Already the forest was beginning to play with his mind and senses. Subtly so to the point that the Viking hadn’t even began to notice, merely believing it was just his own distractions. His own thoughts that were causing his mind to wander. It was his own senses now that were growing dulled. The sweet smelling air of the forest wafting in through his nostrils and deep into his lungs. As she turned his eyes were seized by hers. He should have averted his gaze, but he found himself locking his eyes on her own, peering into her own deep emerald hues, until…

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-Crack- It was enough to break the momentary spell, and for him to peer towards the skulking panther behind her. His instincts now were kicking in before his mind could even process, and instinctually she was to be saved and so, a heavy palm placed itself on her shoulder, pushing her aside as he moved to put himself between her and the panther encroaching behind her. A part of him wanted to yell, to roar his voice loudly throughout the forest to intimidate the assassin-like animal. But doing so would alert any pursuers to their location, and attract unwanted attention. Instead the Viking would need to utilize more silent methods. Unsheathing his sword, it was at that moment that the panther pounced and leapt at the Viking, pinning the man onto his back. Birger’s right arm was armored in a mix of leather and chainmail, and it was by sacrificing that arm that he placed his forearm in the way of the gnashing jaws of the beast above him. He could feel the bite strength of the large cat, threatening to crush his bone, yet the viking endured. Biding his time with his left hand to point the tip of his sword towards the softer underbelly of the panther. Superficial cuts were given to his legs and along his abdomen, though adrenaline served to dull any pain in the moment. Soon he plunged the sword deep into the belly of the attacking beast, though even then the panther held onto life, continuing trying to bite through the armor covering his arm before gradually getting weaker. Staining the viking in blood beneath.

He was calmer than when they started their journey. At least they were not insulting each other any more. Ilaria was not seeing him as an animal and he surely did not see her as a spoiled princess any more. On the other hand, circumstances planted new definitions in their minds. Now He was seeing her as a woman and she was seeing him as a man. She felt that her heart stopped when their eyes met. He was clearly not having the same joy she was having with the view but she could feel that he was in peace. They were more like in a fairytale than a scary forest. But then, the peace on his face, hardened. She could see every feature of his face change as he got tense and before he moved, something hit her behind her back swaying her in the air and hit her back to the tree when it got mixed with the push of the Viking. She could see the large beast fighting with Birger. She wanted to move but she could not. She hit her back pretty bad and she was trying to breathe. The panther did not hit her to kill but to push her aside just like the man. But why would it target Birget instead of her? Animals would always aim for the weakest and to an animal, Ilaria was the smallest, so the weakest. If you had asked her though, she could bet on that she could kick his arse. It was an awful scene as the beast was hurting Birger. There was too much blood and both were silent. She was not able to know what was going on till the dead body of the panther leaned over the Viking breathing heavily under it. She closed her eyes in relief. She feared losing him. It would be very hard for her to go on alone but while she had never admitted it to herself, she knew it was more than that. She did not like the idea of losing HIM. And she did not like that feeling. It was wrong.

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“You should stop jumping in front of animals for me…” she smirked, amused by her joke. It was the best way to hide her emotions. To make silly jokes. “On the other hand… I don't think it is broken, but I can't stand…” she murmured, trying one last time to raise but then leaning back to the tree.