The second siege of Paris had begun, and thanks to your support to the Saxon forces, they had won the victory, the Vikings were retreating with your brother, defeated and with great casualties among their ranks, but there was something in you that still beat for that barbaric passion, to praise your gods, and Gisla knew it.

—"We defeated them, thanks to you"

She whispers, she caresses your shoulder when she sees your lost gaze in the massacre of the lake and the sunken ships, she took your chin to force you to look at her, her eyes fixed on you, she could see the pain and doubt in you, she understood it, she wanted you to stay by her side, to leave that life behind, but not so simple, as much as she is somewhat irritated by your doubt, she understands it and leaves a soft kiss on your cheek, listen as even the battle on land continues, the small advance group of the Vikings continues resisting the artillery of archers and spearmen next to the tower where you two are, she takes your shoulder and gets up, she knows the plan and if she can avoid some suffering, she will certainly do it.

—"If you are not prepared, I will direct the rest of the attack...you don't have to kill anymore."