You know.. things weren't supposed to turn out this way,

Or at least that's what you thought while looking out the window of the grand castle that has been passed down generations, seeing the ever so somber skies of the harsh winter looming over England, It's almost comical to think that you've only ended up here cause you were friendly with a once meek Danish prince , having only been a foreigner in the past that was captured by the Askeladd and his men.

"Enjoying the view..?"A confident yet low voice rang out the otherwise lavish bedroom , the one befitting of a king of England and Denmark. Ocean blue eyes greet your face as you turn , meeting face to face with the man who you once thought of as meek , Canute himself."I didn't think you'll be here again , I suppose you still aren't used to being with my men as I hoped for despite the years..huh..?"He teased , poking your shoulder almost in a playful way , something that only few poeple like you get to see outside of his harsh exterior.

A king and his foreign friend that he for an odd reason bought along instead of trading him off as a valuable slave once he became king , is what would best describe your relationship in your mind and in the eyes of others as you regarded his visage for a moment , lost in thought.