(Y/n) rolled her eyes as she heard a jingling of keys. What Rollo had told her the night before, didn't worry her. For despite what he had said about working her every day until she died in her bed and found herself in Hel; despite the fact that he might think that he was in control of the situation, nothing could be further from the truth. Though many might wonder, seeing she was still chained up in a putrid Frankish dungeon. But now, as the door was pushed open, and in stepped the guards, she knew that her plan was about to take the next step.

"And I had just got comfortable too........" (Y/n) chuckled to herself, as four men made their way over to her, and she was grabbed by the arms and pulled to her feet, before being dragged out of the cell. The Wolf glaring at those she was pulled passed; even snarling and growling at the occasional one. The halls filling with her laughter, as the Franks would jump or scurry away. (Y/n) deciding that if she couldn't kill them with sword of axe, she would try and scare them all to death.

Finally, she found herself once more, outside the room of the traitor; one of the guards moving from her side to knock on the door. (Y/n) letting her body drop, so the men would struggle more to move her into the room. Grunts coming from them, as they now had to carry her inside. Their muttered complaints ignored, as the Wolf laughed again, before they dropped her to the floor with a thud. (Y/n) sitting up and smiling at the duke, when the door to the room, was closed.

"What do you want now, traitor............? I was just having a nice conversation with the cockroaches. They and the rats are far better company than you........" (Y/n) enquired. Sure, that the man had not slept since she had seen him the night before. The Wolf finding herself wondering what could have possibly kept him from sleep.

"You will bathe............"

"I will what.............?" (Y/n) countered. Moving her chains so that she could cross her arms over her chest.

"You will bathe." Rollo said again, as he finally looked up from the parchments on his table.

"And why would I bathe......?"

"Because you stink like shit......."

"Yes, that may have something to do with your dungeon. But that still does not mean that I will bathe........."

"YOU. WILL. DO. AS. YOU. ARE. TOLD!" Rollo bellowed, making sure that she had heard every word. The duke standing up so quickly, that even the heavy wooden chair behind him fell backwards.

"MAKE ME." The Wolf growled back. (Y/n), without warning, finding herself pinned up against the stone wall behind her. Rollo's hand firmly around her throat. The eyes of the older Sigurdsson burning with a fire that she had only seen on the battlefield.

"If you are going to do that, squeeze my throat more; I like it rough......." She gasped, as she reached out her hand and placed it over his; making him grip her neck tighter. The Wolf suddenly back on the floor, doing her best to catch her breath.

"You will bathe, and you will dress yourself in clean clothes." Rollo told her, as he moved away. Picking up his chair and dropping back into it.

"You have these chains removed, and I will kill everyone. I will rip out the throats of your men. And when I get a weapon, I will send every Chrisitan in this castle, to the God that you worship. Hel will come for you, traitor. And I will be her instrument............" (Y/n) told him, as she pulled herself to her knees.

"If you do not do as I wish, Wolf. If you dare to hurt anyone, I will send out men to hunt down your beloved Ragnar. I will have him brought back here, and I will kill him in such a way, that he will not be welcomed, even into Hel........" Rollo replied calmly; yet (Y/n) could hear the menace in his voice. The thought of losing Ragnar, even though she knew that it was a threat that would come to nothing, made her heart ache. The king, the only man that had ever shown that he truly cared for her. The only one that had ever shown her any kind of love. Ragnar meaning more to her than a father or a lover ever could. The Wolf letting her head and shoulders slump; not allowing the duke to see the same smile that pulled at the very corner of her lips.

"Very well." (Y/n) said. Her voice lower and softer than Rollo had ever heard. The Duke of Normandy slowly getting back up and making his way over to her; holding his hand out so that she could see it. The Wolf hesitating for a moment, before taking it and allowing him to help her to her feet.

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The last of the chains and manacles fell to the floor. (Y/n) standing in front of Rollo, as he looked into her eyes. A wooden tub had been brought into the duke's rooms and filled by the servants with hot water. The maids and the guards waiting for the duke's word as to what to do next.

"All of you.......out." Rollo ordered, his eyes never leaving the black orbs of the Wolf. The maids and guards curtsying and bowing to the nobleman, before making their way out of the room.

"Strip." Rollo's next order came. (Y/n) slowly beginning to pull her woollen tunic over her head. Ragnar's older sibling, unable to stop his eyes from moving down to her breasts, as the dirt and blood covered piece of clothing was dropped to the floor. The duke feeling his heart begin to beat quicker, and his manhood grow stiff, as she pulled the boots from her feet and then pushed down her trousers. The Wolf pushing her now naked body up against him and smiling for a moment, before moving back and stepping into the water filled tub.