"Not good enough!" (Y/n) suddenly exclaimed; using her foot to kick Rollo in the face. The Duke falling to the floor.

"I would never give myself to a man like you. You are disloyal to everything that I hold dear; everything I love. Now.......get out........." She growled, as she got to her feet. Ragnar's wolf glaring down at the prone man. Rollo once more not sure which he wanted more, to kill her or fuck her, as the water trickled down her naked skin.

"Get out now, traitor, or I will tear your throat out with my teeth. I will pull your head from your shoulders with my bare hands and hold it up for all of your new Frankish brothers and sisters to see. I will hold it to the sky and show it to your Christian god, I will offer it to Odin as a sacrifice. And when I get to Valhalla, the allfather will have me sit at his right hand, while you reside in Hel; for I will be the wolf that slaughtered the traitor, Rollo Sigurdsson. And when the time comes and Ragnar joins me, we will celebrate together." The wolf continued, as she moved out of the bath and stalked over to him. Kneeling down by his side.

"I know why you did what you did, Rollo. Why you sided with the Franks and left behind everything you knew; because they offered you a way to move out of Ragnar's shadow. A way to try and prove that you were better than your little brother. I can only imagine the jealousy that lies in your bosom; the hatred that you felt for him. Hatred that would push you to deny what and who you really are. But the thing is, Rollo, that no matter what you do, you will never be greater than Ragnar. His name will go down in history, remembered for generations to come; yet yours...........yours will be forgotten............."

"YET I STILL BEAT HIM........!" Rollo roared, as he got to his feet and glared down at her. His reaction not fazing her in the slightest.

"My brother was defeated. Running away with his tail between his legs like the coward he is, even leaving his most faithful dog behind for his enemy to capture. And it is only because of me, (Y/n), that you are not dead. Do you really think that my brother cares for you? That he gives a damn for anyone but himself and his own reputation; because if you do, you are a fool. My brother left you here to die, (Y/n). He has no loyalty to you..........."

"Even if that is the case, I still have loyalty to him." (Y/n) interrupted, as she got to her feet and moved to stand before the angry Duke. Reaching up her hand and placing it carefully on her cheek. Rollo, despite himself, closing his eyes and savouring her touch.

"Ragnar saved me when I was a child, when I had no one and nothing. He didn't destroy me, like so many would have, for how I appeared. The black-eyed feral girl, that seemed to have been spat out from Hel itself. He did not leave me for the beasts in the forests to devour; he took me in. Hid me away and had me cared for. He taught me everything I needed to know, to become a Viking. To use what I was, to use my anger, my hatred, my passion to destroy our enemies; to instil nothing but fear into the hearts of those that dare to come against us. And if you think that being left here, will make me become you, then it is you that is the fool, Rollo. For I will never deny my people, my home, my gods.........or Ragnar Lothbrok." The wolf told him, as her hand slowly made its way up from his cheek, into his hair.

"You might think I owe you my life; but all stopping the Franks from killing me means, is that I have to wait longer until I see the Golden Hall. And making me your slave, owning me; thinking that you can do with me, as you wish, is not going to make the loyalty, admiration and love that I feel for Ragnar, change in any way. That the fact I am still on this earth has given you reason to think that all those feelings will now focus on you; that I will fall to my knees and adore you.......worship you. That I will become the wolf of the Franks; that I will be Rollo's dog to command.............then you know nothing about me." She continued, Rollo's eyes opening, as she moved her hand from his hair and made her way back to the bath.

"So, do with me as you wish.....Duke of Normandy. Work me until I have not an ounce of strength left in my muscles; give me to you soldiers to do with as they wish. Shame me in front of all the Franks.........I do not care. But for now, you can get out of this room and leave me to bathe in peace." (Y/n) added, as she slipped back into the bath. Slowly immersing herself back in the warm water; her eyes closing. A small smile coming to her lips, as she heard Rollo finally move; the door closing behind him. The wolf believing that truly breaking the traitor, might be easier than she could have ever thought.