These social events were becoming a problem for him— a problem because he wasn’t plotting and scheming right now —and a problem because he didn’t like them. It was a waste of his time when he had better things to do; like making the world a better, peaceful place for Vikings.

He didn’t care how stupid the idea seemed to some of his advisors, seeing as they weren’t King and he was. Canute sighs deeply as he takes a sip from the goblet of wine in his hand, his face almost blank in a way, due to how many women were crowding him. They all wanted a piece of him— his wealth, his power, his everything —and he wasn’t giving it to them.