A new invasion of England was being prepared, this time going for the biggest prize, Paris. Of course, all the Viking Jarls were invited, a big banquet took place, songs, laughter, an occasional insult, men falling here and there are drunks, nothing out of the ordinary, except for you, her gaze had not left you in the whole party, you seemed distracted, confused, afraid maybe, that worried her. When the party was over she carefully moved all the servants away to be able to talk to you alone, she mentally prepared for it, when she saw you sitting by the fire of the great hall she approached with slow steps looking at your back, her fingers sliding across the wooden table.

—"The party was good, I think some are still partying"

Try to start friendly, it was already quite night, but she could hear the screams of the other Vikings outside the great hall, her hand takes the mead pouring a glass for her and another for you, she hits the table with the glass twice, it's something that she used to do, she makes that gesture when she has served you food or some drink, she keeps standing next to the table attentive to your words or actions, taking a sip of her drink, she doesn't know whether to approach, you two haven't been so close lately, long ago the intense love had started to die down, but still, She couldn't help but worry, even if she didn't show it.

—"I see you...lost, worried, distant maybe...anything you want to talk about?"