Sven knew he was losing. Looking at the white expanse as he rode back home was enough proof. He expected to be able to spend a day or two in Helstia and get a feel for things, but it was a complete humiliation. That being said he knew it wasn't over yet. He would eventually win against Helga, but now wasn't the time to think like that.
First, he had to finish his blood feud. That was the main priority. Only when those two were dead could he even think about making himself King. He sighed. Why did he have such ambition in the first place? Sven didn't know. Was it when he found out a woman had become a Queen before he was a King? Was it when he wanted to end his blood feud and take those two lands?
