[ She had not had his time spent wondering, to know it in that way. It had been ripped from her. She could hear her people scream, she could remember the last time her father had kissed her brow, the first and last time he had readied her for battle. Put the swords into her hands and told her to fight for their people, to be brave as he had raised her.
In one drawn out afternoon of blood, she had lost them, and then she had kept losing them, until all she had left to her was Devi. Her Durgadal, her soldiers, her kingdom. Gone in a spray of blood and under the jaws of the pure breeds and their ilk, and those that they did not kill they twisted to their own form to their own purpose, to turn them against their own people.
She looks at him, sees it withered on his face and she has all she wanted to know. Stands then, not so quick, but more folds with a slow careful easiness. The gold glimmering as it hangs from her. A slow inviting lean without threat save where she always moves with purpose. She does not wish to discuss in front of others, the rest of this. ]
Come, take me elsewhere, Ragnar Lothbrok. Take me wherever it is the abandoned go.
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In one drawn out afternoon of blood, she had lost them, and then she had kept losing them, until all she had left to her was Devi. Her Durgadal, her soldiers, her kingdom. Gone in a spray of blood and under the jaws of the pure breeds and their ilk, and those that they did not kill they twisted to their own form to their own purpose, to turn them against their own people.
She looks at him, sees it withered on his face and she has all she wanted to know. Stands then, not so quick, but more folds with a slow careful easiness. The gold glimmering as it hangs from her. A slow inviting lean without threat save where she always moves with purpose. She does not wish to discuss in front of others, the rest of this. ]
Come, take me elsewhere, Ragnar Lothbrok. Take me wherever it is the abandoned go.