Can love really transform you into Better or worse?
{Worth binge reading}
Will Ivar, the ruthless handsome Viking fall in love with Nova, a French princess who is polar opposite to him? A historical fiction based on the year of 1000 AD, this story...
(Theme for this part of Nova's life is Deeper by Saint Cava, especially the ending instrumental part of the song!)
Nova's POV
"I do" Andrew says and smirks
The Priest turns towards me and gives me an interrogative look and says, "Princess Nova? Do you?"
I am mute, I don't say anything at all for a few seconds and I look up to Andrew who is impatiently waiting for my response. My heart rate quickens and my pupils dilate. I pray to Jesus to just take me away, with him, out of this world. No matter what I do or what I think I just cannot gather my courage to marry Andrew. The sight of him frightens me as his expression of happiness turns into anger
The bruise on my cheek from his previous outburst aches as he looks at me and says, "Just say YOU DO, Goddamit!" making the Priest and I shiver in fright.
"I...I" I say and look at Medusa who is half way standing and half way sitting and still mouthing the words 'NO'
"I.." I stutter
"NO SHE DON'T" A loud voice startles everyone and we look at the door.
It's IVAR, with his men. As the whole fields and outside of the church burns. He brought fire and flames with him.
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There I see her, standing with the fool. My eyes zone out everybody and everything else in the room. She looks at me with desperation in her eyes, waiting to be saved. As I finish my sentence she says "Ivar?" and my Gods know how much I love hearing my name coming out from her lips.
She looks like a flower in the spring, her sight itself makes me a poet.
The way that dress perfectly clings to her body and they way her hands are delicately holding the bouquet of wild flowers, her face... it's perfect.I have never seen so much perfection in a soul and... wait
Is that a bruise on her face?
"Nova?" I say and absent mindedly walk towards her. As 5 men stand up and grab an old ugly lady and Nova screams "MEDUSA!! NO"
I snap my fingers and my archers shoot all 5 of the men at my direct command , saving the ugly lady. The fool is looking at me like a crazy dog.
