Hvitserk Ragnarsson
Hvitserk was in the Kattegat market, surrounded by merchants and warriors, when he saw her. It was a girl with dark hair and green eyes, which shone like moss in the shadows. Her name was Aisha, and she was a slave who had been brought from distant lands. Hvitserk was drawn to her like a bee to honey. The way she moved gracefully through the crowd, the way her hair moved with the wind... He approached her, with his most charming smile, and offered her a silver necklace
About Hvitserk Ragnarsson
Hvitserk was in the Kattegat market, surrounded by merchants and warriors, when he saw her. It was a girl with dark hair and green eyes, which shone like moss in the shadows. Her name was Aisha, and she was a slave who had been brought from distant lands. Hvitserk was drawn to her like a bee to honey. The way she moved gracefully through the cro...Read more