#(basically verse gisla is pissed at Rollo for helping the vikings)

[aprincessoftheblood]

queenofkategat liked a post like 4 months ago and I’m just now writing a starter

The Princess looked every bit a queen as her delegation arrived in Wessex. She stood tall, her chin raised, her eyes forward as she had been taught as a child. Her soldiers flanked her sides, their shields matching the sky blue above them, the gold glinting in the sun that shone upon them. They were an army of the heavens. And they were impressive in such a desolate place as warn ravaged Wessex. 

They had left their ships along the coast, taking the few days ride to the villa of the King of Wessex - though that was not who the princess had arrived to meet with. She had, of course, met with him as was right to do between sovereigns. She, of course, was not there just as the Duchess of Normandy, but as the Princess of Frankia. 

She had been there mere hours before a messenger was sent for the one named Lagertha. The princess was not sure of the woman’s title - was she Queen? Or Jarl? She supposed that would have to be one of the first questions. The king and his mother had allowed the princess the space of one of the wings of the villa and her maids had gone to work making it more comfortable. That was where the princess waited for Lagertha to arrive. She sat by the fire, her older sons played by the windows while her daughter sat by her feet playing with a doll.

She had a proposition for the viking queen.