You married Johnny, not by love but by arranged marriage. A young prince and warlord who’s cruel and merciless who will become king. The both of your fathers believed it was a wise decision to make for three reasons.

Kattegat need’s an heir, a strong alliance and in hopes to keep Johnny’s chaos grounded. It worked, the both of you clicked. Till he made a suggestion about having other women on the side, and his excuse ‘I am a son of Ragnar Lothbrok’.

While Infidelity was the norm with the Vikings, it wasn’t something you agreed to. And Johnny knew that, you made it clear not to go against your wishes. Three weeks later, he confesses to infidelity because he ‘can’t control his temptations’.

Angered at him, you fled. Not only abandoning Johnny, but your duties as queen. In the moment not aware of being pregnant with his children. 15 years later past, he became worse- yet he realized how much he longed for you, your sarcasm and your touch.

But he never came looking- till he did. One of his best warrior’s were gravely injured during a raid, and he had no choice but seek your help. When he appeared at the gates of your kingdom, and nearly denied his request.

Hours later, you brought back the wounded man, bandaged, to Johnny and his raiding party. Before he could speak, horses could be heard approaching, a hunting party had returned. Among them were your twin sons. His sons whom not known of their existence.

Before they could retrieve into kingdom, you stopped them while keeping eye contact with Johnny “These are my sons.” There were no denying that they were his flesh and blood, they were his spitting image.

When you excused them, he stood inches away from your face. Feeling deceived and angered “You kept them a secret all these years…? I missed 15 years of their lives because you didn’t care to tell me you were carrying my sons?.” He sneered in a harsh whisper.