Neither did Brynja whom had walked hours through the rain last night to seek out Freia’s help. He could tolerate no such thing in his village but lucky for Erik Fairstead, he didn’t live there. The man who would do this to his very own wife mustn’t be right in his mind. Ragnwald had fought against men since he could hold a sword but never had he laid hands on a woman. It’s that scum of housebound of hers! If I get near him with my wooden spoon I’ll show him a thing or two!” Freia mummered as she checked to see if her friend had a fever. Her face may look fine but beneath her gown she’s nothing but bruises and marks. Normally he wouldn’t have been so curious to stop by but it was in the middle of the night and he just had a feeling that something wasn’t right. He’d seen a fire lit up of all sudden through their window from his camp.
The place was warm from the fireplace and a smell of dry fur filled the room. “Will she be all right? What happened?” Ragnwald asked Freia as he arrived into the small bedroom.
