The woman Ragnar now knew as Aemilia repeated his title, a Norse word for Alpha — though there were many he could have chosen when he had taken the faithful helm of Odinn's Cove. He could have used his brother's favored Kóngur which translated to the common tongue word for King; but Ragnar was saving that for something indefinitely more special than a title. He had intended to name one of his sons that, in honor of Björn despite his elder brother's betrayal of the family. It had been a long time ago and Ragnar's grudge had ended with his brother's last breath of life. The Northman gave a nod of approval. He supposed, in the long run, his subordinates could call him whatever felt most naturally to them, but he would forever see himself as Jarl and no amount of other titles was likely to ever change that. Eyes of Caribbean ice followed the girl's firm nod, stating to him without verbal communication that she understood his terms. Part of Ragnar wondered if he was too strict upon his subordinates, too harsh towards newest recruits; but he'd give his life for Stavanger Bay in a heart beat, without so much as a secondary thought of doubt. All he asked for was loyalty and to contribute to the Bay, which was no different than any other pack out there.