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The last thing she remembered was them traveling to Lundene and she agreed to wait at camp with the women. She remembered being inside a tent with Lady Aethelflæd when Thyra was screaming of death coming to them. And then things went dark from that point on, she hissed at the throbbing in her head as she went to sit up. She reached up to touch her forehead and found blood leaking from the wound, Gene noticed she was in a cell and she dreaded the thought that Lady Aethelflæd might be here too.

"Genevieve! I apologize for the inconvenience, you were never supposed to be harmed." She looked up at her brother, Erik had a cloth in his hands as he gently dabbed the wound.

"Why am I here, Erik?" She jerked away from his touch with a sharp intake of breath, head wounds suck ass.

"You are our little sister, you belong with us." She looked to the door where Sigefrid stood with a wide grin. "And the man that struck you is bound in the corner, you may do with him as you wish. A man that does not follow orders is no use to us." Sigefrid went to reach out and touch her and Gene stood up abruptly, she regretted it instantly at the dizziness that followed.

"I wish to see Lady Aethelflæd." The man in the corner whimpered as she glanced at him.

"You must remain here, for now, to heal." Erik said gently and tried to usher her back to bed, she pushed his hands off her in irritation.

"No, I wish to see Lady Aethelflæd."

"And then what? Huh? To take her back to Mercia?" Sigefrid chuckled at the thought.

"I want to leave and she will be going with me." The brothers looked at one another before sighing.

"She may leave for a price the king will pay. You will stay with us, this is where you belong. You will see that soon." They leave and lock the door behind them, no doubt having men stationed outside. She turned to the bound man in anger, she kneeled before him with a wicked smirk.

"I need your heart, I hope you don't mind." She then used a sharp rock and carved into his chest, she gagged his mouth with the cloth she had around her head and continued to cut into him. Once she tore the skin off and broke any bones in the way she grinned her heart in her hand and ripped it out.

"It would seem Uhtred was right, my brothers are not to be trusted." She whispered sadly. The seer traced some runes in the dirt and sliced her palm open to mix with them, she watched in fascination as the blood slithered its way to each mark. She called upon Hel herself to curse the brothers that had betrayed the fragile bond they held, she bit into the heart and laughed when the door opened revealing Hæsten.

"What have you done? What have you done?" He screamed and told the men outside to let the brothers know of her transgression. She just laughed and laughed even as she had another man's heart in her stomach and blood all over her hands and face.

"Do not make an enemy of a seer." She taunted and watched as Hæsten quickly shut the door when she stood. "Everyone here will die unless you take me to the hostage." She snarled out and crushed the heart in her hands.

"Don't listen to her! It's a trick! It's a lie!" Hæsten screams and backs away terrified when she screams at him.

"They are not happy with you, the gods are angry!" She screams and begins to laugh hysterically when she feels the cold hands of death touch her skin. She feels death leans down to whisper in her ear, the room is sucked of any warmth that it held.

"They will pay, seer. They will all pay for this."

Sigefrid visits her later that night and despite every attempt to get her to talk, she does not. She knows he was growing frustrated at her silence, but she allowed him this chance to seal his fate. If he lets his anger get to him, she will reap the rewards of his death. Sigefrid then decides to shove her roughly against the wall, her head wound opening back up with the force.

"You seem to be growing cruel in your old age, brother." Her brother glares at her and before she can react he uses his good hand to choke her, she gasps at the force he's holding her neck with. Her hands move to his face where she attempts to gouge out his eyes, he groans in pain and lets her go. She collapsed to the ground gasping for air as she held her throat.

"Perhaps Hæsten was right, you have been out of control for too long. I will accept his request of marriage, maybe you will learn your place again." Gene looked at him with tears in her eyes and utter betrayal on her face. Her eldest brother who she loved dearly, was the man that would let her cry on his shoulder when her father would bring home dead animals. And despite that, he has already harmed her, kept her prisoner, and now he is selling her off.

"Erik would never allow this, you know that." Sigefrid looked at her with a blank expression.

"He's too busy humping the princess to care." He turned to leave and she aimed one final blow to their bond, the thing that finally shattered it.

"I have been mistaken, all my life I have spent so much time idolizing you when the better brother was always Erik. But that's okay, you want to know why? Because I have a brother who would never do this to me, Uhtred would never do this to me. I hope to never see you in Valhalla, Siggy." She smirked when he tensed up and a cruel part of her longed to see the broken and pained expression he was hiding.