𝑼𝑯𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑫

“𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐋𝐋.” || Historical/FantasyRP

[𝑼𝑯𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑫 @SaxonAndDane]

“𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐔𝐇𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐃, 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐔𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥!”

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[𝑼𝑯𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑫 @SaxonAndDane]

@OFMERClA “And miss stealing a moment with the Lady of Mercia…” He spoke with a subtle smirk and a glance toward her before looking out over the town.

“How would I ever forgive myself?”, he added, his lips arching up into a smirk as he rolled his shoulders and stretched his neck.

[𝑼𝑯𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑫 @SaxonAndDane]

“Uhtred the 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴…that is what many have called me.

They think I am a man of unbelief...” Shakes his head.

“Nay, I do have belief…I believe in the sword!”

[𝑼𝑯𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑫 @SaxonAndDane]

—Memories of the past—

[𝑼𝑯𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑫 @SaxonAndDane]

Uhtred’s eyes remained fixed upon the fire, the reflection of the flames dancing within the pupils of his eyes. He acted as if he had not noticed the young king.

“It is unwise for the king to wander so far from the camp”, the Dane uttered, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

[ÆTHELSTAN. @firstruled]

⠀ approaching quietly from the tree line, halting for just a moment, before seating himself on the log next to uhtred.

[𝑼𝑯𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑫 @SaxonAndDane]

Uhtred stares at the crackling fire before him, his thoughts on his home in the North.

[𝑼𝑯𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑫 @SaxonAndDane]

“The truth of a man lies not in the land of his birth but in his heart.”

[𝑼𝑯𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑫 @SaxonAndDane]

“My Scribe thanks you all for the new follows. He is thankful to be involved in this verse and to tell stories…”

[𝑼𝑯𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑫 @SaxonAndDane]

@OFMERClA — and the furs draped upon his shoulders. “Thank you, Æthelflæd”

[𝑼𝑯𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑫 @SaxonAndDane]

@OFMERClA “Whatever you wish, Lady.”, he uttered with a nod, and stepping within.

Once inside, he was met with welcome warmth, a contrast to the cold harshness of the road. “The Estate of the Lady of Mercia is always a welcome respite from the road.”, he uttered, rolling his shoulders —

[❛ 𝖈͟𝖺𝗍 . @feymoxie]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝕷𝙰𝙳𝚈 𝓖𝙸𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙰
—— 𝗏͟𝖺͟𝗅͟𝗄͟𝗒͟𝗋͟𝗂͟𝖾͟ 𝗌͟𝗉͟𝗂͟𝗋͟𝗂͟𝗍

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[𝑼𝑯𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑫 @SaxonAndDane]

@OFMERClA — Alfred and was bound by it, yet he would help her willingly and of his own accord.

[𝑼𝑯𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑫 @SaxonAndDane]

@OFMERClA The Dane’s expression morphed into one of concern as he stepped forward.

“How can I help? You know you have my sword…”, he paused for a moment. “…and willingly.”

Truth be told he would help her no matter her plight and no matter the situation. He had sworn an oath to —

[𝑼𝑯𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑫 @SaxonAndDane]

@OFMERClA “She sings when she must.”, Uhtred replied, with a glance over his shoulder and toward his trusted sword—one of few things he could trust in these days.

“How fares Mercia and her Lady?”, he inquired, more concerned for her than her realm.

[𝑼𝑯𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑫 @SaxonAndDane]

@OFMERClA “I am fortunate…in spite of fighting between your father and the Danes.”, he replied with a nod.

“Father Beocca would advise me to give thanks to God…”, he added with a smirk and a subtle roll of his eyes.

[𝑼𝑯𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑫 @SaxonAndDane]

“Courage is finding the will to overcome your fear, nothing more…”

[𝑼𝑯𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑫 @SaxonAndDane]

— blade slowly so as to be as quiet as possible as he awaited the return of his men.

[𝑼𝑯𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑫 @SaxonAndDane]

Cool is the wind which blows from the North, finding it’s way through the foothills of like icy fingers, chilling all in its path.

Not far from the road, a lone man sits, huddled over a small fire within a glade. Within earshot, his mount silently grazes —

[𝑼𝑯𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑫 @SaxonAndDane]

— length of the outstretched sword.

He nods silently in approval before retrieving a sharpening stone. He traces the smooth surface of the stone upon the hilt with his fingers before placing the sword upon his lap. He then guides the sharpening stone down the length of the —