She kissed him, because so was she. This child would be the start of the family she would build with Haakon. The kiss soon became scandalous.
“I want you,” he said in Norse, his voice urgent. “Shall I bend you over the wall and?—”
The sound of gravel being crunched underfoot interrupted the wicked suggestion. Someone was coming their way, heading for the forest behind. Ulf, Wolf’s grandson, gave them a twisted smile before disappearing through the bushes. No need to wonder whether he had guessed what they had been about to do. Gytha went red to the roots of her hair.
Just then a shout was heard from inside the forge.
Gytha burst out laughing. “It would appear that Halfdan isdelistaticas well.”
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Ulf’s Destiny