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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

UPDATE as of 01/10/24:
I wrote this during lockdown/quarantine when I was a lot younger and experimenting with my writing skills/how to lay out wattpad fics. After all, this was the first ever fic I wrote, so take into account that the language may be a bit poor (and that goes for the plot too). That said, enjoy!

This story is set within season 2 of The Last Kingdom and onwards, so here is your spoiler warning.

Love you all.

Word count; 2,231

Lynne

Maybe it was the wind that I enjoyed most. The chilling breeze that would whip salt water into eyelashes and onto exposed skin continuously. Luckily, we had missed the black clouds that winter bore, a layer of fog in it's place, hovering above the deep blue.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned, a friendly face at it's origin. The boy smiled and squeezed where his hand sat, almost as a gesture of assurance. We had been on the ship for well over five months and had watched the seasons turn. My Uncle, Hiroc, was a trader and the monk and I were still young and therefore naive. Him and I managed to persuade my father to let us join Hiroc on his next voyage since, even though we were naive, we wanted a change. He argued that since I was the daughter of an Ealdorman, it wouldn't benefit me as a Lady, but I didn't care. Hiroc told stories about his voyages that intrigued me, stories that pulled me to the ocean. I had lived a boring life and decided that my fate was on the sea from that alone.

"I know what you're thinking," The brunette monk said softly.

"No you don't," I replied, staring off into the abyss known as fog.

"Hiroc says that we'll be at Irland within half a day."

I looked at him and nodded, trying to put on a smile. "Can I ask you something, Edwyn?"

"Anything, Lynne."

"Why is it that I feel like the Lord is going to punish me?"

His eyes widened, surprised by the question. "Have you done anything punishable?"

"Never."

"I cannot see why he would want punish you, Lynne."

I nodded and turned my attention back onto the ocean. There was a feeling deep in my gut that had gathered a while ago. It was sea sickness, I persuaded myself, when I knew it couldn't be.

We had arrived in haste, the few of Hiroc's men that were on the ship practically jumping off before we had even docked. I was oblivious to where we were exactly, but nonetheless it was Irland. The port wasn't as busy as I expected it to be, but then again I didn't know what I expected. Many ports of Irland had been taken over by Danes, according to Hiroc and his men, and it was one of the last places to stand dane-less.

"What shall we do, Lynne?" Edwyn asked as we walked through the streets of the unknown town.

I contemplated my answer, the feeling in my gut denying me any sense of hunger or thirst. All i managed to do was shrug, Edwyn unsatisfied with my answer. We ended up at an alehouse, and it was obvious how we were going to spend our evening. Dusk was approaching and it wasn't getting any warmer, the fire in the alehouse having no effect. I sipped the ale gently, my appetite not increasing. To get drunk would have been perfect but my body wouldn't allow it. Edwyn wasn't resisting the drink at all, even though he was a light drinker. He had excused himself to get another jug of ale and I was left, drinking pathetically and shivering.