Hvitserk had quietly watched, as the seer's daughter continued to enjoy the cool water on the warm day. He still couldn't believe that something so wonderful had come from the deformed oracle; the son of Ragnar smiling to himself as he recalled some of the jokes that he and his brothers had made about what the seer must have done to get a woman to lay with him. Jokes that had not pleased their mother; but that had not stopped them. And it wasn't as if they were the only ones; there always having always been conjecture around Kattegat, as to what the true lineage of (Y/n) could be. Some seeming to think that she was, in truth, the blood child of the seer; and then others thinking that the old man had been directed to the child by the gods, and he had simply brought her back with him, and claimed her as his own. But whatever the case, Hvitserk was glad that she was there. The prince having quickly found his way back to the tree line, as she had finally climbed out of the pool, and made her way back up to the rock upon which her clothing lay.

Now, he watched on as she stood, naked, in the sunlight for a few moments, before pulling her dress back over her head and then drawing on the leather cords to keep the clothing together. Hvitserk wishing that she had remained naked for just a little long; but as the dark gown clung nicely to all her curves and accentuated her rather impressive bosom, he knew that he couldn't complain. A smile pulling at his lips, as she sat and began to pull a small comb through her long hair. There something so calming about the scene; something so soothing and tranquil as the air around him filled with the sounds of the fall and the birds that congregate in the trees all around them. A soft sigh leaving him, as he closed his eyes and leant his head back against the tree. Hvitserk sure that he had never had a more peaceful moment than the one that he was currently experiencing. And then he heard something else, a sweeter sound than he had ever heard before. Hvitserk's eyes flying open before he looked around the trunk and realised that the sound was coming from (Y/n). Her voice surrounded him, held him, caressed him as she sang of the allfather, and the heroes that he had been told stories about, when he was a child. Her dulcet tones, drawing him out from his hiding place; pulling him towards her as she had taken his hand. The prince making his way across the small expanse that separated the two of them. Hvitserk not realising that he had made a noise, until she had stopped singing and turned to look at him, her eyes growing wide.

"My apologies, but I was wondering if I could join you...........?" The prince said. The words spilling from his mouth before he could think about it. But they had sounded right, so he was not going to chastise himself for them. Hvitserk smiling, as he took a step forward. The smile turning to a frown as (Y/n) quickly got to her feet and collected the few things that she had with her.

"I did not know that anyone but my father and I knew of this place; but I was just about to leave. My apologies Prince Hvitserk if I was intruding....." (Y/n) replied, as she jumped down from the rock, curtsying to him before she moved to make her way passed him.

"No, please, you don't have to go........." Hvitserk told her, as he grabbed for her wrist. The prince letting it go, as he felt her stiffen under his touch.

"I am sorry........but really, there is no need for you to leave. This is your place......."

"That is very kind of you, my prince; but my father would not like it if he were to find out that I had been here with you......."

"With me...........?" Hvitserk questioned. His brows furrowing at her remark.

"Oh, no, it is not just you, Prince Hvitserk, please do not think that. He would not like it if he knew I were here with any man........." (Y/n) explained. Her heart beating at a pace, as he moved even closer.

What she had said, was true. Her father did not want her to be around men, while she was alone; though she had to confess that he had made a special mention of the sons of Ragnar. The old man making it quite clear that he did not want her to be another conquest of the princes; that if she was to follow him and be the next seer, if she wished to continue to see the gods, then she must remain pure, untouched. (Y/n) unable to do anything but agree, given that the notion of no longer being able to communicate with the gods, was not something that she wanted to contemplate. But that did not mean that she could not appreciate the young men that came to see her father or were in town when her father allowed her to leave the cabin. It did not mean that her eyes had not fallen on someone; and it just happened that that someone, had been the second son of the queen. The man that stood before her now. His hazel green eyes looking deep into hers, as they stood in silence. A part of her wishing that she could just lean in and kiss him; that she could run her fingers through his hair and know what it was to be loved by the handsome boy. Yet she had no desire to become just another woman; a woman that was forgotten about as soon as they had had their moment together, like so many before her. So........

"If you will excuse me, my prince.........." She continued, curtsying once more, before leaving Hvitserk in the clearing. The son of Ragnar watching her as she disappeared into the woods, not able to pretend that he wasn't disappointed that he had not been able to spend some real time with her; but........Hvitserk running to catch up with her; that didn't mean that he had given up just yet.