Thread: The Viking and the Lady || wintersday & irish_texan ||

Maeve watched as the man she had just cut across the face, raised his sword. She took a deep breath in thinking at that would be the end of her. No one could ever be prepared for such a thing, but to know it was for her people, that no one could ever say she was selfish and unthoughtful, it made it a little easier to bare. She closed her eyes trying ready herself in the short time she knew she had but something more unexpected happens she frightened her more then the idea of dying. The Vikings voice roared over to them which caused Maeve to open her eyes and thean who was about to swing his sword to stop. As if someone had frozen him on the spot. Maeve's heart skipped a beat as she watched the Viking come closer. So he was their Lord. Ironic that he was their leader and Maeve was the leader of her people. Dispite the situation the man's comment over to his leader made her smile briefly. It was like he was a child telling on his little sister because she got one up in him. But as quickly as her smile appeared it vanished. It seemed cleared their Lord wasn't to be disobey. Before she knew it he was standing right in front of her, his eyes stairing at hers. She found it interesting that not once in their encounters he he look her anywhere else. Most men, especially if they where taller, would have a habbit of drifting down to her busts but at least he had some manners in not doing so, well not yet anyways. Maeve just stared at him not saying a word but her eyes telling him not to try anything. Maeve had expected him to try something but instead just talked. His words soft but still with a sense of authority. I would know I tried my best, that I put myself before them, in a bid to save them. Surely you would do the same for your people? Being a leader means more then ordering people around and sitting on your ars. Maeve replied over him trying to connect to him as one leader to another. I don't think much about what our god's think of me she added. Although most if not all folk was religious Maeve wasn't. She didn't believe there was one great man who created everything and made vows which people must live by. She believed in making your own destiny. Her eyes drifted down to his as he now held it out to her. She made no attempt of giving him the knife and she wasn't planning to either but before anything else could happen he ordered his men to take the chuch. What? No please don't! she cried ouylt as she turned round to watch them axe down the door, inch by inch. Please stop them! I beg you! Maeve added as she tried back round to Viking Lord. With panic rising through her she realised she had little choice in what to do next. She handed him the knife and bent down on her knees. Please I'm begging you. I'll do anything to save my people please. You've killed most of them just leave the last few alone. Maeve begged towards him. Her hazel eyes looking up towards him. Dispite trying to keep strong and showing no weekness a year ran down her check. An idea popped into head. One which she hoped might work. What if we make a deal? What if I go with you. No fighting or complaining. I'll be yours... but in return you leave the rest of my people in the church alone. No more fighting and no more blood shread. You can what ever gold and silver you find but please, please if there is any humanity in you, call off your men. she pleaded in one final attempt. What else was there left for her to do? Giving herself to save her people was the last straw. Her final hope.