In a room that smells of cheap herbs, Ragnar lies in bed.
Various herbs were laying on the shelf, and an unknown liquid was boiling in a small pot.
A few lamps and candles turned out to be more of a room for the sick than a private laboratory for the congressman.
Albrecht kicked him in the front and broke three or four ribs. Ragnar was lying unconscious, medicated by the congressman.
The Princess Gisella of Veles is sitting by the bed with a light on her lamp and looking at Ragnar lying there.
The beast that he had never been born with was a vortex of shock and freshness that entered his mind.
How can a person do that? Could the beast be wearing a human scarf?
Ragnar smiles cruelly, still holding the blade and bleeding from his hands.
But just as magnets attracted different poles, the uncharted beasts were attracting Gisella.
Ragnar, who had lived a completely different life, came to Gisella as a charm. No, I didn't know it was magical.
In Gisella's heart, there was envy towards Ragnar. I envied the act of doing things completely by myself, without being rough.
For once, if I could just get off the path of my life, if I could just get off the edge of this feisty war of power, if I could take a deep breath of free air and feel the seasons……
It was all a lame idea. The king of Lyssen was not a man at first, not an apostle or not. It was impossible to resist.
Is it possible to blow up a big guy like that with one kick?
Gisella was just accustomed to killing herself, closing her heart and numbing her soul.
Ragnar shook his heart briefly, but I thought this was just another passing emotion. I had a lot of eyes, so I had to go back.
As Gisela gets up from her seat, Ragnar wakes up.
“Ugh… fuck……"
Gisella has just closed her heart, but her heart starts pounding again.
Ragnar's eyes hardly opened and he looked around, and he met Gisella.
“Who are you? A Valkyrie? ”
Gisella laughs. When the wild person appeared innocent, the gap seemed cute for some reason.
Gisella shakes her head.
“You're not dead. Broken ribs, first aid, and now he's awake. I'll be going now. ”
Ragnar stares at Gisela dazed. Her figure flies into the snow like an arrow and engraves on her head.
You look sad and pitiful somewhere, and that pity has provoked Ragnar's soul.
I don't know what attracts men and women, but it was enough for the young man to fall in love for a few seconds.
Gisela tries to get up from her seat, but Ragnar quickly grabs her wrist.
Gisela has never had anyone touch her like this in her entire life. I don't remember being rude, I just hit my chest with a bat.
“No, let go. ”
“If you're not a Valkyrie, tell me your name. ”
Gisella tries to answer, but she can't speak out of her mouth. Trying to fold my mind, I just said decisively.
“It hurts. Let me go. ”
Then Ragnar, who had been living in old age, put his hands behind his back. I couldn't help but listen.
Gisella breathes a few breaths as she opens her coat hanger, then leaves the room. Outside the room, Ragnar's friends are leaning against the door and eavesdropping.
When Gisela opened the door, they were furious and shuddered. Gisela pretends not to see them, and the young warriors roar into the room.
As the big men come into the room, it looks narrow, even though it was quite a spacious room.
“Ragnar, are you okay? ”
Blonde hair, blue eyes, and Sigurd, who looks normal, asks first.
Ragnar simply stares at Gisella's position, and asks his friends in a hurry.
“Who was that woman? ”
He almost died before, but Sigurd looks sad to see if he's talking about a woman now. Anyway, it seemed fine.
“A princess from Veles. Gisella.”
“Gisela......”
Seeing you frown for a long time, you seem to be missing something. A young warrior behind Sigurd looks at Ragnar and says,
“Ragnar, just in case, you better wake up. He's marrying the deputy mercenary. This time it looks like the assassin's just gonna walk away, but two accidents could really kill him. Anyway, I've given you permission to attack the east, so let's leave as soon as your body recovers. ”
Ragnar snaps to his senses when he hears he's a mercenary. And then I tried to get up, and the seat I kicked was sore.
It wasn't just the pain. It seemed that there was something heavier than sickness engraved onto the soul.
“Ugh, fuck. It fucking hurts.”
Sigurd picks you up quickly. Ragnar barely raised his upper body against the head of the bed.
“Gisela......”
Then he lowers his eyes and mutters to Gisella. The young warriors, including Sigurd, felt anxious. What is this maniac trying to do?
Albrecht has decided to raise the wedding of Richard and Gisella early before going on an immediate sabbatical. Like stir-fried beans in a lightning bolt, the wedding was held three days later.
Richard feels a little chubby and calls his girlfriend every night. The servants and nobles whispered behind their backs, but what love was was was, and Richard was mad.
Her sister, Herman's wife, sometimes comes to visit her brother, but it doesn't work.
And after hearing rumors that he had cured Ragnar to Gisella, all sorts of strange words came into Albrecht's ears.
Albrecht also tried to close his ears because he had been wandering and hurting because of love.
It reminds me of Elisa of Lloyd Beck, whom I had forgotten for a long time and couldn't get rid of easily.
I thought I had abandoned myself on the way to the king, but I just thought I'd get the wedding done quickly. Afterwards, I was not interested in hanging out with the servant girl or not.
But that was the problem. The prey is already in hand, and everyone, including Albrecht, has kept their distance from Gisella.
The maids simply treated Gisella as an office, but did not treat foreign princesses so kindly.
Gisela asked for her life in Albrecht's room, like a bird cage, looking up at the Cross Milky Way in the night sky. Only the shining stars and the gentle moon were his friends.
“Gisella! Gisella! ”
Gisela looks at the night sky for a long time, and she hears a small shout below her.
I looked down and I saw Ragnar. I tried to close the door of my heart, but every time I saw him, I felt my heart beating and I felt myself alive at the same time.
Ragnar circles around, looking up again and shouting.
“I'm going to throw you a hook. Stand back."
Then he turns around, grabbing the rope across his shoulder. Gisella was furious and wanted to do something about it.
I hurriedly fell from the window, and the hook flew down and caught in the window frame. My heart thumped. Expectations or fears?
Soon Ragnar climbs up the rope through the window. Gisella's eyes widen.
“Ugh. This is going to hurt. ”
“Mi, are you crazy? ”
“Heh heh heh. I just wanted to talk to you. ”
He was clearly mad. If they find out, they'll both be dead.
Ragnar is still in pain, bent at his waist, unable to stand properly, whether his chest is hurting or not.
Gisella quickly approaches Ragnar.
“Are you okay? Coming up here with that body, are you crazy? ”
“Well, just... I wanted to talk to you. Don't be mad. Honestly, I didn't even know you were sick. ”
Gisella sighs. I thought he was such a wild horse. But at the same time, my heart warmed.
However, it was a love that could not be fulfilled. I knew myself better than anyone. Gisella turns around and speaks the opposite of her mind.
“I'll pretend I didn't see you this time, so go back. If they find out, we're both dead. ”
Despite Gisela's exhaustive words, Ragnar stumbles up and sits on a wide bed.
And for no reason, I looked at Gisella and said, Regardless of the situation, Ragnar was a man who uttered his own words.
“I've never been afraid to die. I'm more afraid of not seeing you right now. I don't know, I've never felt like this before. ”
In fact, Ragnar was sympathetic. Nordic warriors used to pillage everyday, so whether it was rape or prostitution, they often had their first experience at a young age, whether they woke up their love early or not.
But Ragnar's life has always focused on his great glory and his honor as a warrior. That's why I didn't know much about the work between men and women.
Gisella opened her mind a little out of control because of ragnar brutality.
After hesitating for a long time, my insides that I had unknowingly been inside the door of my mind flowed out.
“I, I was born a Princess of Veles. Ever since I was a kid, I've been carried away by everyone. But my mother died early, and my father was too busy stopping me from going outside. I haven't had a good night's sleep since my father went to Anglia and died. It was a curse to be born a princess. ”
Without having to go to Reynald of the hostile Champagne, the pallbearers sought to become kings.
And that led to murder. The second time, all that grief and despair at a young age cut through Gisella's soul. And in the end, I was abandoned by my brother.
Ragnar sits on the bed and just looks at Gisella with the expression described above.
“I still remember. When I was a child, I snuck out of the castle and walked through my father's hunting grounds. If I was sitting in a little creek, listening to the birds sing, watching the leaves float along the creek, I didn't think of anything else. I just like that comfort. Again, just one more time, can you feel that rest? ”
Ragnar jumps up, bringing his sick body to Gisella. And then he grabbed her hand and turned her around.
I shaved both my heads and engraved complex tattoos on them, and I noticed the braid behind me, just lengthening the middle hair.
“It's autumn. Let's go see the creek with the leaves floating. I'll show you.”
It wasn't just a promise. Everything he swore was his oath. Without further ado, Gisella felt it in Ragnar's light blue eyes.
Barbarians and princesses, princesses and barbarians. It didn't matter who they were or where they came from. There were only men and women. And so, they became inseparable lovers.
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