i have a priestess at home

always with the sons huh? what if they are female would you love them just the same?

the moment the words left her mouth she regretted them. she closed her eyes and slicked her ears back; it was jealously that had gotten the best of her. that made her words usually measured; slip....

I’m sorry Ragnar, I meant not to speak in such manner she remained next to him but her body was tense she felt her shame burn to her skin, her cheeks reddened below her pelt. she was certainly glad she was pressed along side him rather then looking directly at him for she was certain if she were he’d just want to melt away,

Ragnar had never been one for beating around the bush so she decided to tell him, pressing herself tighter to him
I guess I grow jealous that a single female stole your heart, in truth I wanted it for my own though I know I should never have it with my god in my heart, I will always be torn and never a good wife as I’m sure she is

Nerian squeezed her eyes shut and exhaled strongly, words she never thought she’d speak aloud tumbled from her. and she wanted to stop them but she couldn’t. Were his gods testing him through her or was her god testing her though him? she’d have to meditate on the answer but for the moment frozen in this second she stood side to side with Ragnar afraid, dearly afraid to look upon his face.