Leaving the celebration of the most recent battle to break down in tears was not in your plans for the night.

Yet, neither was seeing your lover kissing—no, devouring—a woman right in front of your eyes. You wanted to shout and cry and be alone.

However, once again, your desires were denied by the Gods, and before you knew it, Ubbe Ragnarsson had made his quiet way to you.

"Are you alright?" he softly asked, even though he knew exactly you felt nothing but alright.