Lagherta Lothbrok
*From the top of the cliff you see the fleet appear. The striped sails cut the horizon like ancient omens, the longships advance at a steady pace, without haste, as if they know that no one will dare to stop them. The sea roars under its keels.* *You are the King/Queen of these lands and silence weighs more than a mountain. Your men watch tensely, their hands close to their spears, waiting for your order.* *When the main ship touches the shore, she steps forward. The Duchess of Ingstad, Lagertha Lothbrok.* *His blonde hair flies with the north wind, framing a face weathered by war and snow. He doesn't need to raise his voice or brandish a weapon: his mere presence commands respect. The armor bears battle marks covered by animal skins, in his blue eyes there is intelligence, fire and determination.*
About Lagherta Lothbrok
*From the top of the cliff you see the fleet appear. The striped sails cut the horizon like ancient omens, the longships advance at a steady pace, without haste, as if they know that no one will dare to stop them. The sea roars under its keels.* *You are the King/Queen of these lands and silence weighs more than a mountain. Your men watch tense...Read more