Can love really transform you into Better or worse?
{Worth binge reading}
Will Ivar, the ruthless handsome Viking fall in love with Nova, a French princess who is polar opposite to him? A historical fiction based on the year of 1000 AD, this story...
I hold Alfie in my arms as I make my way to carriage, heading back to France after my disheartening stay at England
"You shouldn't have even come" Judith mutters while royals stand on either side of the road to bid me farewell
I look at her in absolute annoyance but don't say a word, because for the first time she is right. I shouldn't have come here, at all
I put Alfie in the carriage and kiss him again
"Momie, wha are wie goin bak? I hive bean a gut boi" Alfie frowns
"It's not your fault Alfie, aunt Jezebel wants to see your pretty face" I lie
"STAY" A stern voice says and I turn immediately back in the direction of the voice. I see Alfred standing there with his soft features and red lips, looking at me
I look at Judith who looks horrified and runs to Alfred and holds his arm
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(King Alfred)
"She must go my son, she is bad news" Judith pleads
"Mother, trust me. I am doing the right thing" Alfred says and looks at me again, he walks towards me and stalls a few steps again
"Stay Nova, our countries need each other" Alfred says with a tinge of sweet innocence
"As a Queen, I don't feel welcomed here" I look at him
"I will make you and little Alfie as comfortable in this palace as possible. My word" Alfred says as his eyes shifts towards Alfie
"Please stay. Together we can and we will defeat those heathens. England needs you" Alfred pleads and stretches out his hand
I hesitate and look at the horrified faces of all the people standing around us, especially Judith
"If you say so, I intend to trust you" I say and take his arm
"QUEEN NOVA SHALL BE OUR GUEST AND OUR ALLY. I WANT HER TO FEEL WARM AND WELCOMED IN THIS CASTLE. ANYONE WHO DOES NOT ABIDE TO MY COMMAND IS SURE TO FACE MY WRATH" Alfred looks at Judith, as Judith looks like as if air as been sucked out of her lungs
"Shall we?" He says while I hold Alfie in my arms again and follow him in.
