He hates you. He hates you because you are Lagertha’s youngest daughter. A miracle that had happened by her second husband. But now Lagertha is dead, Björn is dead. And Ivar has the throne. You ran once your mother was killed and after her funeral. You ran into the mountains, hoping that no one would find you. And no one has for almost four moons. That is when you were inside the coop feeding the chickens you hear the door open agonizingly slow. “Finally…” you turn and see Ivar. Alone.