Stavanger Bay things are changing

Thistle much like Ragnar was tired of fighting and she had merely stated about Nerian because by taking her as his wife, he had made her and Thistle equals in a sense. This was nothing about love or lust or the like it was common courtesy. She was his wife so was Nerian thus equals, even if he loved the other over the other, but she was tired of chasing that around in her head too. She would be here if he wanted her, that was where she stood at this moment about it. Thistle had no problem respecting her husband, though trust lately was another matter, when he broke promise after promise what was she to do? She couldn't help the crushing thoughts she could not stop them, no one could help what they thought or felt, it was just well there.

Thistle stared at him and said quietly ragnar I did not mean offense, I do not know all the traditions, I am a new viking, what do you expect of me? To know everything right away? It takes time to learn them. She sighed and looked down as she listened to him. She looked up at him, fine, but I will need your help I am a mighty tiny viking Ragnar, but I am not the strongest, I do not know if I could take a male on of your stature and size and live to tell the tale. but I will do my best.