Ivar, lying down on his bed, looked up at the ceiling. Everything had completely fallen apart. Ragnar, his father, was dead, and now his mother too. He was bound to seek revenge for his father yet for his mother as well. The idea that his siblings acted in such a docile manner was unnatural, and the fact that they apparently didn't love their mother disturbed him profoundly. Ivar's thoughts turned to Auslag and treacherous tears streamed down his cheeks as he silently cried.