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...
I open the heavy metal door of the war room and I see him
Ivar stands in the empty well lit yet still dark room, the war room smells like coal and wood
I enter quietly but I know he has noticed my sneaking in as he leans over a table, lost in deep thoughts
Lying on the table are maps of Norway, Denmark and other Scandinavian nations with small wooden pieces shaped like horses and men placed on the map.
He is fully focussed on the wooden pieces as if they are alive, he doesn't even let out a breath but continues to stare at it in silence
I know his devilishly strategic mind is at work again
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I pace around the room, but I spot his bottom lip swollen. I want to ask how did that happen but I know all hell will break loose if I do so now and interrupt his chain of thoughts
I stand near the fireplace to take it's warmth, it not cold outside but the stones in the castle makes it colder than ever. The little pieces of wood make funny popping sounds at time
*Ivar holds my waist from behind*
He let's out a deep breath into my neck, I can feel the warmth of his breath on my skin and I secretly adore it
"Iv.." I speak but he tightens his grip around me till a point I nearly loose my balance but he keeps me balanced
"You have been up all night" I say, "I was worried about you"
"You were?" Ivar turns me around to face him as he smiles
"Ivar? How did you get that?" I say as I examine his busted lip and rub it with my thumb gently, It's fresh
"Nothing" he refutes and goes back to the table to stare at the wooden pieces again
I know he's lying, he avoids eye contact when he lies but I don't want to push him for it. I don't want any more wars between us.
"Oh Okay" I saw as I warm my hands near the burning fire as Ivar pulls out a chair and stares at me
"Maybe I should retire to my chambers, I feel you are not going to sleep tonight" I say as I shiver in my white night gown
Ivar looks at me with a smile like a fool
"Why are you smiling like that?" I ask curiously
"Don't go" Ivar says smilingly
"But it's mid.." I say
"Please?" he says
The way he says please, the way he sings the word please makes me go weak. Now even if I want to move and go back to my chamber's my feet won't, they won't let me. The power of Ivar's 'Please'
I blush as I look back at the fire again, Ivar scans me with his eyes but says nothing for a while as my heart begins racing again. The weird feeling of breathlessness returns again, the feeling only he can give me
"Nova?" He says sweetly
"Yes Ivar" I say as I turn towards him
"Come here" He let's out one hand and with the other he gestures me to sit on his lap
I mindlessly float in his direction. For the longest time since childhood I felt as though I had control over my life and body.
But
Circumstances taught me that I cannot control life
