decadent-rider
Twenty Thousand Club
Ivar glared at him, "You don't know the mistake you are making right now Harald." He spat, ignoring his brothers' protests as he snatched the jug from Max's hands, scrambling to stand up and lean on the table before hurling the jug towards him, only missing and it hit the jarl's wife, square in the stomach, Ivar himself going a little wide eyed having not expected it to go like that. "Shit." He muttered.
Carmen smiled and nodded "I like it. To carry on the legacy of your na-" She got cut off as she felt a sharp pain hit her, her hand immediately going there and stared at him a little in shock before turning to see Ivar stood staring back at her. "I... excuse me." She mumbled, getting up quickly but only made it halfway before her legs gave way, already feeling the blood pool between her legs "Aaron!" She called, trying to stop her voice from straining.
Carmen smiled and nodded "I like it. To carry on the legacy of your na-" She got cut off as she felt a sharp pain hit her, her hand immediately going there and stared at him a little in shock before turning to see Ivar stood staring back at her. "I... excuse me." She mumbled, getting up quickly but only made it halfway before her legs gave way, already feeling the blood pool between her legs "Aaron!" She called, trying to stop her voice from straining.