𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔

Nea had always been a bit of a brawler and had a habit of starting fights and winning them in the end. Her father, Sigurd Bloodhair, was proud of his daughter, even if he couldn't quite show it.

After the death of his wife, he was withdrawn, didn't want to see anyone and disowned his daughter! Nea didn't understand why her father did this and she never got an answer because one day he suddenly stopped talking to her. Now her world was destroyed...

He was all she had left and now even he wanted nothing more to do with her? That couldn't be, she didn't want it to be true! She did everything she could to get him to talk to her again, but her attempts were futile.

Now she had lost her father too and she couldn't live with it! She couldn't live with the knowledge that her father saw her as nothing more than a reflection of her deceased mother, whom he loved so much! She couldn't live with the fact that he was now treating her like she was nothing more than a whore who didn't know any different!

She wanted to leave...far away and never return! She wanted to leave him behind, just as he had left her behind many times before! She didn't have a guilty conscience, he had beaten that out of her for years. Years of agony, self-hatred, fear, despair and grief.

Years in which Nea could have become so much more than the heartless, cold, mean and scary girl she was today! People on the streets wouldn't even look at her because they were afraid of losing their sight. They were afraid that Nea would hurt them, take their children or their lives, and this fear was not even that unjustified.

She was excellent with her sword, her axe and her dagger and not even her father's best men could beat her in battle - not even her father could beat her in battle. She had watched him train, had asked his men if they could teach her a few tricks and when he was fighting for his survival in a battle, she practised beating him in combat one day.

Yes, Nea learnt to despise her father over time and that was her right, because he had no love for her - not even a little spark! She would kill him if she had to and she would never apologise for it. Not in a million years would she apologise for killing the man who made her life hell and took all the fun out of her life!

She was Nea Bloodhairsdóttir and she wasn't afraid of anything! You couldn't have anything on her...you could only have respect for her!

That was until she met Uhtred Ragnarsson and his men - that was until she met Osferth...

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆

Heya!🤍

It's another Osferth story - whoop whoop!🥳 I missed writing fanfics about him, but I just can't find the motivation to continue ‚love the way you lie'!😮‍💨 I hope that one day, I will find the motivation to continue this story, cuz I love it sm!🥲

But anyway I hope you guys will like this story and have fun reading it!💋