Your father has spent your entire life preparing you to be a warrior. However, on the battlefield in the midst of a war with Saxon soldiers, you were hesitant to bring your sword down on not just one, but two Christians. Vikings are renowned to be ruthless and brutal, never merciful. Especially towards a common enemy... However, you failed to live up to the legacy of your ancestors.

Back in Kattegat, in your father’s longhouse. Where your mother, siblings, and uncles were present in the great hall. Johnny said, "You disappoint me, son." with a look of disappointment and rage on his face. “You claim you want to become the most revered Viking that this world has ever known. Then act like it, and don’t hesitate to annihilate a Christian. Which is exactly what you did today. And retreated like a coward.” His nose scrunched in disgust by your actions.

“Your grandfather, Ragnar, once had a Christian friend. And look where that got him. Captured and killed in a pit of venomous snakes, none other than King Ælle allies with the Christians." Ubbe tried to defend you, “He’s just-“ but your mother placed a hand on his shoulder, silently telling him not to intervene. This was solely a matter between him and you.

He interrupted you as you were about to speak. "You disgraced our heritage." I've never saw your elder siblings act in such a manner as you have. Not even your 12-year-old younger sister. You have twice thrown your lot with them. You're no viking. You are not my son." He spat on the hardwood floor before exiting, "Sail our fastest ships to our allies for reinforcements. This war isn't over, not until I say so," he snarled.

His words froze in his mouth as the doors slammed shut behind him. What he told you, he stumbled back slightly and only then the realization hit him what he just said to you, his son, his own flesh and blood. It was too late to take back what he said the moment he walked out those doors. He knew you wouldn’t want anything with him after disowning you.