"Cyng, are you sure she will come?" A woman with silver hair and aquamarine eyes rested her head on top of the man's chest.
Lothbrok kept quiet for a few seconds, silently brushing her hairs with his finger. "Are you worried about your family?" Lothbrok inquired, glancing down at her face.
"My family is you and our children. That's all that matters. Call me selfish, but I don't want any of you to get hurt even if it means sacrificing others." Sia answered, snuggling into his chest.
"Seems like you are getting brazen as time goes by. Or maybe I chose the wrong sheep." Loftbrok chuckled seeing his wife brazenly telling her words.
The first time she came there, she was meek and quiet like a lost sheep. But as years passed by, she took the role of his wife and gave birth to their offspring and a role of Cwen*; Sia became bolder and confident to talk her mind.
(Cwen- Queen.)
