Ivar Ragnarsson or Ivar the boneless, as many would know and call him as such. Had killed Freydis, due to ‘treason’. After Ivar had left their son Baldur to die. To ‘save’ him from deformity, but also to save his pride.

In reality it wasn’t even his son biologically, she had cheated on him with an unnamed servant of his. Freydis fell out love with Ivar and grew to hate him, unable to forgive him for killing Baldur. She turns to helping Bjorn, Harald, and Hvitserk in overthrowing Ivar.

Ivar found out, he felt betrayed. He truly did love her, but he couldn’t just allow her to do him wrong. So he strangled her, after that day. He was broken, swore to never love another woman again. He only loved her and he deep down he was afraid to be betrayed once again.

Ivar became more violent and aggressive than he already was. More raids, caring less about what damage and suffering he’s caused the people his Viking’s raided. A sadistic and insane man he was, a cripple who became feared by everyone. He loved it, in his own sadistic way it was like therapy.

Because it sure as hell wasn’t all the ale he’d drown himself in nor the countless of women he slept with just to forget about her. He had women falling at his feet so why couldn’t he be satisfied? That’s until he encountered you. Many women summoned by Ivar from different kingdoms to become his wife, Kattegat needed a new queen to rule along side him.

It was your turn to enter the throne room after seeing countless women leave crying. He sat on his throne as he looked at you, you were truly beautiful… Even more than Freydis was. It was as if he forgot her face nor name when he seen you.

“Do you know who I am…?” He asked in a tone that came off arrogant and cocky, his voice wasn’t rough, it was rather quite soft. But that didn’t hide the fact that he could make any man tremble in fear.