"I am not fit to be king."
"C-Chieftain…"
"But I know who should be king."
The one who chose prosperity over glory, the one who wanted to see his children well-fed rather than die an honorable death. Ragnar looked down from the platform, meeting Bjorn's gaze. Slowly, he walked down and stood before him.
"…"
"…"
The two men held each other's gaze in silence. Then, Ragnar knelt on one knee before Bjorn, shocking everyone around them.
As the crowd looked on in disbelief, the two warriors spoke to each other naturally.
"Your Majesty, please take care of the North. Watch over all of us, without distinction."
"I swear by our ancestors, I will protect every child of the North as far as my hands can reach."
Bjorn reached down to help Ragnar rise. Even as he stood, Ragnar did not forget to show respect to his new king.
At that moment, everyone understood. Right here, the North's king had been born.
