When I cross the wreckage of longships and the ashes of the battlefield,
and stand before the dark throne carved from ancient stone,
pointing my sword at the ruler of the Anglo-Saxons and forcing him to kneel before me...
"Marry me," Alfred said. "Marry me, and together we can rule this vast land, from the savage territories north of the Great Wall to the fertile lands south of London. It can all be ours."
"I don't need a husband." I lifted his chin with the tip of my sword. "I am the queen of the Vikings. I want only submission."
A few notes before reading:
* Whichever has more advance followers, this one or The Romanov Rose, will be the one I write first.
* This idea was inspired by the new Assassin's Creed game, but it probably won't be a spin-off of the game.
Theme: Reimagining Danish history
