decadent-rider
Twenty Thousand Club
Hvitserk looked over and frowned shaking his head. “No. No it is not a good morning… we’re you with Ivar last night?” He asked her frowning. “Because he is far too cheerful right now considering the son of Harald was murdered in our streets last night.” He muttered glaring over wt his brother.
Carmen had finally gotten some sleep late into the night and had woken up an hour ago, laying in the bed Ubbe had taken her to, staring wr the wall feeling sick to her stomach as she replayed the events of the evening in her head over and over.
Carmen had finally gotten some sleep late into the night and had woken up an hour ago, laying in the bed Ubbe had taken her to, staring wr the wall feeling sick to her stomach as she replayed the events of the evening in her head over and over.