"Thank you," Brant said. Then, they both went to the room that the innkeeper told them to go to so they could have their rest.
The rooms were mostly quiet because some people were shocked at how much death and destruction occurred outside their city. A few people were walking out of their rooms and minding their own business so that nobody interrupts their morning. These were the people who did not get the time to return to their homes after fighting a bunch of demons. They were exhausted and had no desire to speak to anybody until they had their cup of mead. Lagertha and Brant found the door to their room, and they both went inside as the morning sun continued to shine above the city.
Brant was eager to get himself to bed, and Lagertha was anxious about this new city and the powerful curse that strikes fear into the minds of its people. The Wolf Queen and the young hunter sat their gear next to a brief window and were getting ready for bed. From the second floor, they could hear many men entering the tavern and celebrating their victory. They may have lost a few men from the magical beast, but their strength and honor had lots of bounds. The men of Clegane were noble to God and worshipped him in their cathedrals; even the chief priests were eager to keep their city safe from the demons.
Lagertha and Brant shared the only bed visible in the entire room, and they had no problem with trying to sleep in a time where everyone else woke up. Brant's body became hard to make him move anywhere else, as Lagertha could hear every snore the hunter might make. She could definitely hear men clinging to their cups together and having fun downstairs. She could feel every raw intention the men might bring in the next demon onslaught. The raw emotion the men had while telling their stories made it difficult to sleep without having a dream.
An hour later, the noise decreased as they all returned to their homes and became ready for whatever comes next. They were all entertained by each of the stories they told to each other, yet some of them were quite tragic. Meanwhile, Brant turned his body over and laid his hand on Lagertha's arm, and he felt much better. His face was all over Lagertha's neck; his nostrils reacted to her scent and felt satisfied. Brant had no words to describe how comfortable he was feeling when he slept with the Wolf Queen.
"Get some sleep, Brant," Lagertha whispered.
"I find it kind of hard since so many men and women are downstairs. All I can do is listen to their noises and stories. I hope I'm not ruining your nap," he whispered.
"Not at all. I just don't see you holding me in your arms as a common trait. You're usually the silent type," she said.
"Well, I'm not one to question every little thing I come across. I only do that if what I find is that interesting. Where do you get that perfume? You smell so good."
Lagertha had no answer to give the tired hunter, but she thought about something as she slept with him. She hoped in vain that Brant will keep all of this a secret since they are together in a small room. Then, she turns around and looks at Brant, who had his eyes open like he has seen some unimaginable being. His surprise at her scent and the touch of her smooth skin made his sleep more enjoyable than being alone. She gets even closer to Brant, as he wanted to get much more time with her than usual.
"Brant, be honest with me. Did you miss me?" Lagertha asked.
"I've always been honest with you. Of course, I've missed you. Who wouldn't forget someone such as you?" Brant asked.
"When I left Midland that night, all I felt was loneliness and guilt. Everything I've ever held dear was taken away. Yet I became stronger and learned to survive on my own," she said.
"What's this all about, Lagertha? You're not afraid to share what you have in mind, right?"
At that moment, Lagertha rolled on top of Brant's body, and she rests her hand on his cheek as they were together. While being on the bed, Brant could feel everything from her scent to her smooth skin. Her right hand was scarred, yet it could still show affection to those who desire to be loved. In these times, women wanted to be loved and have the final say in all matters; she learned this much when she joined the feast of King Lancelot's dedication. Lagertha and Brant were seeing each other as lovers and more than just best friends.
"Brant, I have an itch, and I thought you could help," she said. The young hunter took this thought, and he took her and rolled on top of her so that he could be on top.
Her face and hands were both a clear sight of what a man could do to show his love and desire for a lady. None of them had anyone else to love and nobody to look up to for guidance. All of their parents were gone, and some of them were trapped in the darkness while the rest found themselves in the light. Brant rests his hand on her neck as she looks up at him during this lucky morning. Their sleep was short-lived, but it was all worth it for the sake of being able to prove their love to each other.
"Oh, not a poor start," Lagertha said.
"Yeah, you can't walk yourself out of this one," Brant said. Without hesitation, he slowly goes to Lagertha's cheek and gives her a smooch before something else happens.
She did nothing else as she allowed him to make her feel good, and she just took it all in for herself. Lagertha then kissed him back on his neck, and they both held onto each other. They both touched each other and smelt their scents as the morning sun shined down on them. They had plenty of time in bed and plenty of time to think about many things before the night returned for them. Lagertha and Brant both showered each other with many kisses on their faces and played with each other's hair until they both had enough.
The morning was the only merciful time for the Wolf Queen and the young hunter, and a time where they thought about all the wonderful memories. The memories where Lagertha and Brant were together during King Lancelot's feast and the time where they shared their biggest secret. For now, none of them needed to remember the horrible times they have been through under the reign of Mephiles. Only the devil himself could stop them from being loved and being forced to succumb to the darkness like both their fathers did. Brant saw himself resting his head on Lagertha's chest so that he could have his long rest before the afternoon came.
Lagertha drifts his head away from her breasts because she wants to breathe while sleeping. She gently lays him next to her shoulder as he was already sounding asleep and getting ready for the morning to be over. There was still much to be heard about the magical creature terrorizing the great city and putting its people in peril. Lagertha had many questions to ask the man who was in charge of Clegane; he needed proof that someone will save them. Judging from the way things worked around the city, the population was running short because of the powerful creature.
"Brant, if I'm the one who wakes up first, I'll be outside waiting for you. I'll tell the innkeeper that we'll still be renting the room. We need to be ready to speak with the earl," Lagertha said.
"Of course, that creature and that castle. I hope you know what you're doing. Lately, you've been turning a lot of heads," Brant said.
"Don't worry about what they are doing. So long as they don't have a dagger to stab us, we should be able to get out of here unscathed. You and I will show this earl something he'll never forget," she said. Brant said nothing more than he agreed with Lagertha's plan while in the city, and he closed his eyes again.
Without him noticing, she adjusted his hair around her hand, and she realized her sleep time and her plan for the day. She then rolled the other way and went back to sleep with the young hunter, and there was nothing she could do to leave Brant's side.