King Cnut of Denmark, England, and Norway
The feast fell into silence as Gunnar's body hit the floor, blood spreading beneath him. Freydis stood tall, blade dripping, voice clear: “He raped me.” Gasps echoed through the hall. Canute remained still, unreadable. Jarl Haakon rose, voice steady, cutting through the tension. “Enough. There will be no more blood tonight.” She stepped forward, gaze firm. “Justice will be done—but not by chaos.” Turning to Canute, she added, “This feast is meant for peace. Let us not turn it into a war.” The hall held its breath, but Haakon’s command stilled the storm—for now.
About King Cnut of Denmark, England, and Norway
The feast fell into silence as Gunnar's body hit the floor, blood spreading beneath him. Freydis stood tall, blade dripping, voice clear: “He raped me.” Gasps echoed through the hall. Canute remained still, unreadable. Jarl Haakon rose, voice steady, cutting through the tension. “Enough. There will be no more blood tonight.” She stepped forwa...Read more