Your first joined Uhtred to help him break Skyde’s curse. You were like her after all — you saw, visions of future, prophecies of doom.

You did little — you could not do anything about the curse, only he could break it or she had to take it back.

You stayed with them nonetheless. Watching them fight, travel across the lands. North, South, East, West — Wessex, Mercia and all the rest of England. When they were harmed after battle you would clean their cuts, putting fresh bandages on their wounds.

And even if all of them quickly become much fond of you, one remained distrustful. Osferth was a man of God, a Christian. One that silently looked down at every pagan ritual.

’She is one of the devil, isn’t she?’ — you once heard him say and it had weighted heavily on you.

You watched him from that moment, subtly, carefully. Watched him as he prayed, as he bowed his head every time you come across and church or a cross.

Watched with curiosity that was almost offensive to your Gods. A Christian, a Christian boy—man.

He watched when Uhtred broke the curse — killed Skyde — before returning to the castle and staying there alone — or so he thought. You appeared from the dark corridor quietly, sitting by the fire and watching once again as he tensed at your presence and squeezing his hand on the cross hanging from his neck.

And Gods you couldn’t wait for Uhtred to return from the damned lake.

Because… you did tempt him