1. Trust


    Date: 9/12/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: avrgblkgrl, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    All he could think about was the wonderment of her touch, the way it alone could move him. He was not a man to be easily moved. He was not a man to fall victim to his passions. He was a man of war, a Viking, a warrior like no other. He was the son of a great chieftain who ruled over many colonies, a ruler to territories of great mass. Other men paled by comparison to this man. Men of immense power and distinguished records of battle were proud to be of service to him. His brawny ruggedness was highlighted by his advanced intelligence. This alone made him properly entitled to lead. Demonstrations of strength, both in body and of mind, and unquestionable excellence in leadership earned him endless loyalty. He was not a man to be tested, not if you desired to see the rising of another sun. This situation was a test, not of strength nor of power but of the heart. His heart was strong. One could trust the fact that he would not stand for any attempt to have it broken--with or without the support of his men. This was assured. She was his and he would go to the end of this earth to find her. Clothed for battle, warmth, and stealth, he looked foreign to the eye of the average Viking. Travel had taught him much when it came to personal defense. His dress consisted of tight leather britches, a form of boot made with the sturdy hide of animals never seen in this land and laced at the back of his calf. A mesh of silver covered his chest and dropped downward, fitted to the upper part of ...
    his thighs. Over that was a short cover of hide made from the animal whose fur he wore over his shoulders. A sword, whispered to be forged and given to him by the Gods, hung at his side. This is how he appeared as he exited his cabin. "Soon, very soon," he thought with the hope that she heard him, that the force of his declaration was carried by the gathering winds. "Trust this." **************************** With clarity he had made known that he and his men were men of honor. They did not take part in the peddling and trading of flesh, as was the habit of most Greenlanders. It was during a raid on a certain clan that had crossed him that he discovered the young woman with twisted braids of dark hair falling pass her shoulders and partially covering her face. Her skin was the color of chestnuts. Immediately he wondered if like that rare find, once heated could she be warm. Strange that he would think that and he knew that he should not. Helpless and worn, she was huddled in the corner of a wooden cage. Treated like an animal with a blanket of threaded wool that barely covered her, she physically trembled. He knew that the men that had taken her were heavily weighed down by superstitions. It was unjustified beliefs that kept her from being defiled. These clansmen were in great fear of her. They thought the Blåmenn, her people, possessed powers. They based this belief on myths. He thought it a lack of sense that the darkness of her skin color convinced them so. They wanted to ...
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