VICIOUS [IVAR THE BONELESS]

CHAPTER FIVE

As the heathens were searching desperately for their intruder without any success an army was marching in their direction. Bishop Heahmund rode beside Ilfred and Althen, speaking casually as the king rode behind them with his sons. They had due to the kings orders marched towards Yorktown earlier than expected and the Bishop wondered if Freya had managed to kill the leader. Dark clouds hung above them and it was only a matter of time before it would start pouring down rain.

"Are you worrying Bishop?" Ilfred asked, placing at the man in the corner of his eye.

"No, just wondering if Freya has succeeded her mission. If she kept her promise." Heahmund said and Ilfred glared behind his back, at the king who spoke to his sons, telling them to be safe.

"Well you didn't keep yours." Ilfred said and hinted at them breaking the schedule which had angered Althen more than anyone yet he remained silent about the matter. "She might have teased them a little, stirred the pot yet she's very skilled." Ilfred answered and Heahmund hummed.

"So I've seen." The Bishop answered. "Its good to have her inside when we attack either way." He continued and Ilfred nodded.

Ubbe stormed from cabin after cabin when they had gotten he information that they found nothing. Nothing they could use as a lead or found their intruder. Anger spread across his body, not liking the way they were played. They had gathered everyone by the market to inform everyone  about the importance to find the intruder and their search hadn't ended only because they didn't find anything as they searched, they had to inform either himself or his brothers if they saw anything out of the ordinary. The wall would be well guarded at night. What neither one of them knew was the extra pair of eyes resting on them from up high. She had found an attic on one of the towers with smaller windows. A smirk spread across her lips when she had fixed a surprise for them by the gates as they had been speaking.

Soon the heathens were free to go and Freya saw as the three men remained outside the church, speaking causally yet frustration was present. She smirked as she knew her surprise would soon be found and the pot would be stirred even more. Her smile faded and she squinted her eyes when she saw a beautiful young woman walking towards the three men. She wore a simple dress, in a very light shade of red, her blond hair shined even without the sun and bounced with each step. She saw how Ivar smirked when his eyes rested on the woman yet the other two men looked rather uninterested. Freya wanted to invite the young woman to her games as well, especially if she was close to heathen army leaders.

"Ivar!" One man yelled as he came running from the gates. Freya bit her lips when she knew they had found her little taunting gift. "It's another one! By the gates! For you!" He yelled and all three of the looked at the one, yet only one remained seated. The man Ivar raised his brow before telling the man something who nodded before running back. Freya noticed that Ivar seemed to enjoy ordering people around. Not long after she saw three men walking towards the church with her gift. She bit her lip when she fought her smile. The body was dropped onto the ground and showed to the three men. She saw the woman gasp in shock which made her roll her eyes slightly.