Sleeping Dragon heavy is the head that wears the crown

Gyda offered Thuringwethil a sage nod at her observation though Gyda did not change her opinion of what they were. Her children would be her heirs: that was simply how it worked in her culture. She was confident that when the time came, a ways down the road, one of them would rise to succeed her: but that was far from now and Gyda did not linger upon it for long. The shield-maiden shifted her weight, once, inhaled deeply and let it out with a soft exhale. “Would you care to join me for a hunt?” The Viking Queen invited to Thuringwethil, leaving it open for her to accept or deny. There was little more to say, Gyda felt, and she was getting a little hungry.