You sat in your new throne beside Ivar, smile glued to your face as you watched the feast. Your throne was made of the darkest and smoothest red wood, intricate designs and carvings on it.
Ivar smiled when he saw you sit on the throne for the first time, now officially being Queen and all.
"King Harald!" Ivar suddenly said as he raised his large horn of mead. "I will think of you in York." Your husband said. "I left some good men in charge there."
"I will be glad to meet them." Harald replied with a sigh. "But York will only be a staging post for us."
"Good." You smirked as you ate. "We still consider it part of our new kingdom."
"I think it is a good thing I am leaving."
"Yes, I agree. It is a good thing." Ivar said
"Don't worry. With my ships full with treasure and slaves, I will come back." Harald said, raising his horn to you and Ivar.
Your eyes drifted to Hvitserk, causing you to sigh. His hand was shaking as he drank more mead. He had found Margarethe a few nights ago, after you had killed her. He knew that you and Ivar did it. That is why he would glare whenever chance he got.
It seemed as if Ivar noticed this to. "What is the matter with you, huh, little brother?" Ivar teased as he pulled you close.
"I am not your little brother! And you both know exactly what's wrong with me. Margarethe is dead." Hvitserk said
"I know." Ivar said, glancing at you.
"Of course you know! YOU ORDERED THE KILLING!" Hvitserk roared, the crowd going quiet
"And why would he do that?" You ask, leaning forward
"Because she knew that you could never get a woman pregnant." Hvitserk snarled
Ivar grinned at this. "But that is not true. Is it, my little dove?" Ivar asked.
"No. It's not true." You smiled
"Tell them why." Ivar said, placing a kiss on your hand.
"For I am with child." You said, smiling as you looked to the whispering crowd.
"She is with my child!" Ivar announced. "And in any case, Margarethe was a crazy woman."
Hvitserk stood, walking to stand in front of Ivar's throne. "I liked her." Hvitserk snarls
"But not as much as you like my wife." Ivar replied, eerily calm.
Both you and Hvitserk stared at Ivar in shock, wondering how he knew.
"My men were watching. Some, even listening. They told me about your love for the woman carrying my child." Ivar snarled
"It is true that I love Astrid. I always have. Since I was a child. I've loved her. I still love her. But she does not love me." Hvitserk replied, watching how you didn't look him or Ivar in the eyes.
"Good. Because she is mine. My Wife, my Queen, the mother of my child." Ivar snarled
"Margarethe was right about you from the very beginning, Ivar." Hvitserk snarled
"Be very careful what you say about me, Hvitserk." Ivar replied
"Why? Will you kill me next?" Hvitserk asked. "Just remember that I am also a son of Ragnar Lothbrok. The people of Kattegat don't love you, Ivar. What do you think they would do if you even touched a hair on my head?" Hvitserk asks
"Well... just a thought." Ivar says. "Why don't you go back to England with King Harald? Hmm?"
At this, Hvitserk chuckled. "I belong here with you, Ivar. You know that. I chose your side. And now, for good or ill, you're stuck with me." The man said as he returned to his seat
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The Red Queen (Editing)
FanfictionThe Eldest daughter of Floki the Boatbuilder becomes the best friend of the sons of Ragnar. She goes with them on the raid to Paris only to nearly lose her life. As she grows older, she and one of the Ragnarssons become closer and closer.
