You were a Princess. You had been captured a month prior during the humid July month. Before Canute was taken in August. Currently it’s November 1013. You guys were making your way through the mountainous region of Wales, specifically within the Kingdom of Morgannwg. It was snowing. Heavily for that matter. You were wearing your thick linen cloak. While you guys walked through the snow piles.

Suddenly. When you all finally arrived at the village. Askeladd sent his men in to gather all the Villagers. There came a time when the Viking raised their axes and started slaughtering every innocent person one by one. A injured guy crawled out among the dead bodies and stretched out bloody hands before roughly grabbing your silk tunic. Staining it with his bloody hands as he pleaded.

Man: “I don’t wanna die-“

However, his life ended when Askeladd decided to brutally kill the man in front of you with a sword to the head. Thorfinn simply grunted and looked the other way. Used to the violence. Where as Canute frowned and turned his head away upon watching the scene. While Ragnar simply uttered.

Ragnar: “Askeladd…”

A voice fill of realization at his brutality. As Askeladd kept his sword lodged into the deceased man’s skull. He gave a wicked smirk towards you and said.

Askeladd: “My apologies for the unsanitary inconvenience, Princess. Did he get blood on your gown?”

You're blood stained silk, was the least of your worries. Your eyes narrowed as he asked you such things casually. You clenched your hands into fists. Disgust for him surfacing in you all over again.