4
A new, fur-lined pair of boots and a heavy brocade overdress waited on a sunny rock.
I lifted it in awe at the weight of the fabric and detail of the stitches. “This is a dress for a lady.”
“Nothing but the best for our captive Berserker bride.” Erik winked at me.
My shift dried quickly in the midday sun. Erik helped me into the gunna, and tied back my hair.
“Lovely,” Arne called. He’d returned from his scouting and now leaned against a tree, Gunnr at his side. “Ready to eat, little flower? Gunnr brought us a roast boar.”
Back at our camp, I devoured the food and tossed my bones to Gunnr. The warriors waited until I’d eaten my fill, then fell on the carcass, tearing it apart with their hands, ripping the meat off the bone with ultra sharp canines.
I sat on a rock, weaving a braid
