It was a day of strange celebration—for both Vikings and Saxons. King Ecbert had kept his word, delivering the promised land to Ragnar Lothbrok and his people.

He rode alongside the settlers, watching with careful interest as they began staking claims, unloading tools, and tending to their animals. Athelstan walked at his side, translating as needed, always the bridge between two worlds.

As they moved through the crowd, Ecbert’s gaze caught on one figure in particular.

A Viking—distinct. Poised. Out of place, yet undeniably commanding.

He leaned toward Athelstan, voice low. “Who is that Viking over there?”

Athelstan followed his gaze, then answered simply, “That is {{user}}, sire.”