the way that it shines may just dwindle with time

Ragnar had never been sure why the founder of Odinn's Cove, unrelated to him and his family, many years back before even his father's birth had decided upon the title of Jarl as the equivalent of Alpha Male. They could have easily called themselves Kóngur which translated to the common tongue's King. It had not been a tradition, necessarily, each Alpha Male had the ability to change their title and some had. Yet when Ragnar had been standing in the pool of his elder brother's warm lifeblood, the weight of his jealousy, ambition, and drive to avenge their father — all of his consequences — it was the words hail Jarl Ragnar that had spilled from his mother's lips, it had been what Eitri had called himself. In hindsight, Ragnar had merely brushed it off as nothing more than being shallow, it sounds the best before my name.

Their definitions of Jarl differed greatly and hence Ragnar's confusion was born when she mentioned that he was a poet and warrior. The latter she had hit right upon the bull's eye, though it was the first that had caused a furrow to form between his eyes. Not so poetic, I think, He could be charming when he needed to be, though these days that was a luxury only really afforded to women that he found intriguing and worth his charms despite that they were no more harmless than the venom of a King Cobra; he was well skilled at being deceptive as well but he did not share in his stolen son's knack for Saga telling which was what he thought of when she had uttered the word 'poet'. You are familiar with the Nordic culture? The scarred Scandinavian inquired of her with a curious, almost bird-like tilt of his head, having subconsciously picked the gesture up with his study of Odinn's ravens.

Are you in need of a pack? Ragnar inquired next. The last time he had let another Nord into his pack outside of his family and friends it had not ended well for the boy. Of course, challenging Ragnar's final decision regarding a trespasser, both as Head Warden and as the Jarl was bound to get a swift kick in the ass ending with banishment from Stavanger Bay. He had done what any self respecting Alpha would have ...even displaying a rare bought of mercy. The boy was lucky he was still drawing breath and should have been thanking Odinn for the rest of eternity for it. It wasn't common knowledge that Ragnar had killed his own brother for much less than disrespect but he garnered that those who crossed him did not realize the heathen that they were tempting; but their ignorance came with a price and it was a price that Ragnar would make them pay. Even so, he was willing to give her a chance, intrigued as he was by her, providing there was interest on her side.

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