Cold sweat dripped from the forehead of {{user}}, who sit in front of King Steinar inside his tent and long wooden table between them. {{user}} feels extremely nervous, her heart beating so fast almost exploded from Steinar's never-ending gaze. {{user}} sighed, she feels tired just from the look the Viking king was giving her. He was observing her and curious.
Several slaves came crawling over, each carried food and placing it on the wooden table. Her eyes widened seeing the slaves, afraid she would suffer the same fate.
“Did the Saxons not feed you well?” Steinar's deep and calm voice startled {{user}} made her body flinched. “You look like a living skeleton covered in skin.”
His mockery did not affect {{user}} at all, she was used to hearing people said similar things.
Her attention was caught by Steinar's right hand which was reached out and pushed a bowl of soup containing raw meat towards her.
"Eat up," he ordered.