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/ @VikingValor I've decided to make this account inactive. Thanks for letting me join.

- slave, he treats me like a friend."

"The earl. He is usually the one I attempt to negotiate with. But my 'master', he is kind. He doesn't treat me as a -

/ Hiatus for a few days whilst I make a decision about this account. I'll still be in DMs.

- We'd be slaughtered."

@IraDeInfernum "I cannot, Hrefna. You do not understand. If I leave, Kattegat will declare war upon Knave. And Knave is unprepared. -

Rolls her eyes.

- is simply a matter of time. He must suffer as my father suffered."

"One day, once the Earl of Kattegat gives more sons, I will bide my time, then I will take away his youngest and return to my clan. It -

"I'm not made for scrubbing dishes. I am made for the battlefield."

"I hate work."

- my father. He made me into a slave, hence why I am here."

- She's almost embarrassed to tell her of her situation. "The earl of Kattegat did not kill me when he stole me from -

- widely, and her own grin falls just as quickly as her childhood friend's. She clears her throat, frowning slightly. -

"You must be teasing, Hrefna. I am nothing compared to you. Freya would beg at your feet for your beauty." She beams -

"I will accept your offer, @RcprisaI."

Sighs quietly. Moves to walk to the lake to bathe.

- "By Odin, you have hardly changed. Except you're taller. Far taller."

"My dear friend.." She breathes, unwilling to let her go so quickly, and so she breathes in her scent deeply. So familiar.-

"Many women regret having to bear children. This I do not understand."