Ubbe approached in slow steps, the crooked grin more or less carved into his features that radiated amusement more than anything.
"That truly is a shame. We always take what we want."
He feigned a hiss before releasing the Stark from his hold, lips split in a toothy smile.
"Raiding. Spring raids demanded my attention but I am back now, seeking an alliance in westeros."
Or perhaps his axe? His lips split into a broad grin, one that lent an insolent glimmer to his ocean-colored eyes.
"Ease yourself. Clearly, you have never been on a raid before."
A broad grin spread across the Viking’s face as he stepped closer, two filled horns in hand, offering one to the queen.
"Drink, Helaena. Then we will speak of possible bonds between us."