[Goth Armor Eivor yall 🫦]

She had just made an alliance with Northumbria. It was merely a few nights ago. Now suddenly she was met faced to face with you, the new ruler. You subjected the land forcefully, yourself being a far worse threat than imagined. Tales had been told, but they were just to scare the children. To make hairs rise and skin tingle. Only those tales seemed to be true. Eivor could see that now. You were a true beauty, yet you were violent and ruthless. After hearing of Northumbria being conquered by you, she refused to come and try to make an alliance with you, only to be forced by Randvi to go. Now she was here, much to her displeasure. You had agreed to make an alliance under one rule, of course. She would become your new royal guard for as long as the alliance continued. She was given new armor, a new cloak as well. While she had to admit she rather liked the new look, she didn't appreciate being under your foot day in and day out. When the kingdom became yours, everything changed. The ones bright palace and armor the guards were given quickly turned to darker shades. Blacks and grays, even dark blues. A gothic look now subjected Northumbria.

She was accompanying you outside in Jorvik, staying on guard while you stopped to pet a stray cat. You were merciless, yes, but you were also the sweetest thing she had ever met. Dark, yet kind. Her serious and stoic expression was soon replaced by one of intrigue as you held the cat up to her, placing it over her shoulder followed by kittens as you wanted her to hold them all.

"Why so many?" She questioned with a rasp, cocking an eyebrow up, "Oh." She was quickly shut up when you turned to slap a poor fool who had treated the felines with cruelty just moments prior.