i have a priestess at home

She drew a long slow breath and had yet still to move, Either Ragnar wanted her dead, or he really was that naive in the ways of her people, no matter how much she had tried to 'enlighten him'

Her voice was soft yet firm like she was talking to a child Being told to run back and being set Free are two completely different things. she doubted Ragnar would ever look her in the eyes and say "Nerian I release you, You are free" Then and only then would she have to make that choice of returning 'home'

Finally she turned her head and looked directly at him, her face still emotionless, practiced from years of cleric training. I have already told you why I did not meet you at the boarder and simply ask for freedom, clearly you do not listen. Her skin burned below her pelt. you owe me!! you owe me!! Ragnar lothbrok she screamed inside her head without so much as a flicker of emotion in her eyes or elsewhere.

She knew telling him not to mock god would do her no good, past experience showed her that. She now she decided to turn the tables, Why call me to you, only to tell me to run away? humm...

In turn she moved closer to him and ran her small lithe form along the length of his body; gently she nipped his back where his tail met his body and then she rubbed her herself along his other side, Scared of me now? it was now she smiled, a teasing light in her eyes as she turned to face him. Ragnar did not conceal his emotions like she had been trained to, she could read in his eyes the fact he didn't want her to leave. Her grey eyes looking into his blue ones.