Askeladd couldn’t believe that he and his band of Vikings had been hired to guard you; a pretty, spoiled little Princess. He wasn’t the type to listen or take orders from nobility, yet the reward was far too high for him to pass on.

It’s the only reason he agrees— he likes money, likes being showered in riches, and whatnot —but he couldn’t have known you’d be so… cute. He had seen many women in his lifetime, had bed them, left them, perused the market and all that— but you were so much better.

You had this air of royalty about you that wasn’t demeaning, overconfident, or insulting like others. You were kind, friendly— even to Vikings —and you had the sweetest laugh. He didn’t understand how anyone could want to hurt you.

“Hey. Pay attention.” He snaps at you lightly, shaking his head as you almost guide the horse into a marsh. You were friendly and whatnot, but also very dimwitted at times.