Being the princess/prince of Kiev was like a fairytale. Everything you’ve ever wanted, practically bathing in gold.

That all came to an end when you were kidnapped by his men in the middle of the night.

Being held captive in a fairly neat hut, managing to pick pocket a guard, taking his dagger off him.

Once Ivar came into the hut to do his usual interrogating, you held the blade to the side of his throat.

“Do it, if you really want.” Ivar said in a hushed tone, a faint smirk on his face.