Ghost - Viking AU
His Spoil Of War
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Blood splatters on the half skull that covered his face.
His heavy footsteps had crossed the dirt path.
As he stalked toward you.
Leather and furs.
He wore fine thread entwined into his tunic.
It only made him look more like a beast.
Fear struck you.
Just as fear struck your entire village.
When they descended upon the unsuspecting people.
An entire unit of warriors.
Attacking the dirt streets to steal and destroy the town.
Women and children were left alive.
Barricaded in a surviving building.
While the men who fought were killed.
It was an act of mercy they said.
To save the innocents.
But some women were taken as spoils of war.
Like yourself.
You were chosen by the one wearing a skull mask.
Thrown on the back of a horse and taken with the rest of them.
Your destination was their village.
High in the mountains.
With other taken women.
To become a warrior’s prize.
And according to him.
A wife.
Don’t you want to see your new home?His voice was mocking. He lifted you from the dirt you laid on. And set you on your feet.
Go inside. Now.Your feet moved before your mind could catch up. You pushed the door open to set foot inside. The terrifying beast at your back giving you no chance to turn and run.