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THE LAST KINGDOM
𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ─── ❛ new lord

FOREIGNER'S GOD ₊˚.༄𖥸 ── 
𑁍₊𓄹 -- ❪ the last kingdom ❫. 𓄹
╭ ‧₊˚⊹    你好，欢迎光临           
╰ ✦ Uhtred ragnarson╭ ᘒ ✦

Silence was something Milena had always been accustomed to. Most of her life she sat in silence, not seen.

She dreamed for more—to be seen. To be heard. But that would not happen to her whilst she stayed in Dunholm with her father.

She needed out. But she didn't know how.

Milena was not loyal to Kjartan and never would be. Her loyalties lied with herself and her brother.

But Milena did not know how to get out. She and Sihtric needed a reason. So, Milena waited for a reason.

And after years of waiting, years of praying to the Gods, her wishes were answered.

Uhtred Ragnarson, the son of Earl Ragnar, was seeking revenge the downfall of his family—the downfall Kjartan created. 

Kjartan had murdered Earl Ragnar and his family, due to the feud between them caused by Sven. Only his three children survived: Young Ragnar, Uhtred and Thyra.

Young Ragnar and Uhtred were Gods knows, but Thyra...Thyra had been trapped in the same walls as Milena—stuck in Dunholm.

Even since Thyra had been trapped in Dunholm as a prisoner, Milena had spoken to her every day, bringing her food and being her only friend.

Milena knew what it felt like to be alone, she didn't want Thyra to suffer the same fate. And Sven was not kind to Thyra, but there was nothing Milena could do to help.

But Milena felt glimmer of hope when Kjartan had ordered herself, Sihtric and a few of his men to find Uhtred Ragnarson and bring him to Kjartan.

And it was like the Gods had handed her this opportunity on a silver platter.

Milena gripped onto her horses reigns, eyeing Kjartan's men as they road. Her eyes were narrowed as she tried to think of all the possibilities.

"What are you thinking, Mil." Milena turned at the hushed voice beside her, her glare dropping as her eyes landed on her brother.

"I am thinking of many things, brother." Milena uttered with a slight grin, shrugging her shoulders. "Perhaps this is our opportunity."

Sihtric frowned at that, raising his brow at Milena's words. "An opportunity to do what?" He uttered once more.

Milena quietly sighed, pursing her lips as she looked in front of her at Kjartan's men, then back to Sihtric. "An opportunity to be rid of Kjartan, brother." She continued to grin like a child. "Once and for all. We owe him nothing."

"If we tried, Kjartan's men would hunt us down." Sihtric sighed, making Milena tilt her head to the side. "What would we do?"

Milena shrugged her shoulders, still grinning as she looked down at her horse. "Find a Lord to serve." She suggested, turning her head to the side once more to look at Sihtric. "Mayhaps, the Lord our loving father wants dead." 

Sihtric's eyes widened at that, turning to his sister like she had said something crazy. "We cannot take that risk."

"It is a risk we should take." Milena looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please, brother. Lord Uhtred wants Kjartan dead—as do I." She pursed her lips as she looked away.

The pair rode in silence after Milena's words. Sihtric was contemplating what she said, as Milena was thinking about the possibilities of them getting away from Kjartan.

It didn't take long for the small group to arrive to the place they needed to be. Milena and Sihtric remained behind the rest of Kjartan's men.

Milena gripped onto her horses reigns as she looked around at the crowd circling a man, whom Milena guessed was Uhtred.

"Forgive me." Tekil spoke first, taking the lead as he looked down at Uhtred. "We're looking for Uhtred, the commanders of the King's army."

Nobody answered Tekil, making Milena fidget with her horses reigns as she eyed the crowd. Tekil let out a sigh as he climbed off of his horse, making the rest of Kjartan's men follow. "We're here to offer our swords." He continued, raising his hands up.

Milena and Sihtric got off their horses, moving closer to Tekil, but remaining behind Kjartan's men. A blonde man looked at the them, then turning to the Uhtred. "Excellent." He grinned, looking back to them. "Excellent. To whom do you belong?"

"We serve the Dane, Earl Brynjar." The Dane replied back, the lie rolling off of his tongue. Milena bit back a sarcastic comment, keeping close to Sihtric's side. "We're settled north and east of here."

"I know of Brynjar." The blonde man's grin didn't falter as he stared at Tekil. "Well, I am Guthred. I'm king of Cumberland." He introduced himself.

Tekil instantly bowed his head, making Milena roll her eyes at his dramatics. "Lord. Forgive me."

"No, no, no." Guthred shook his head, a small chuckle leaving his lips. "If you are here to join me, there's nothing to forgive."

"Brynjar's not with you?" Uhtred asked Tekil, making Milena turn to him, watching as he crossed his arms over his chest as he wearily eyed the group.

"My lord is an old man now." Tekil simply said, shrugging his shoulders as he looked at Uhtred.

"He sends you here." Uhtred immediately questioned, raising his brow as he stood beside Guthred. "Why?"

"He's worried the like of Kjartan will take his land." Tekil lied quickly, shrugging his shoulders. Milena pursed her lips as she turned to her brother, then back to Uhtred. "If king Guthred is against Kjartan, then we're with him." The Dane turned his attention to the king.

Guthred nodded his head, grin still on his face. "Excellent." He repeated. "Truly excellent." Milena was slightly surprised at his willingness.

"You must be Uhtred." Tekil nodded at Uhtred, watching as Guthred patted the Danes back with a grin.

"I am." Uhtred hummed, nodding his head at Tekil as he uncrossed his arms. "There is ale and food on the cart, if you're hungry." Uhtred offered, nodding towards the cart as he walked away.

Milena's eyes followed the Dane, her arms dropping to her side as she turned to Guthred. "Welcome." Guthred's grin didn't drop as he greeted them. "Welcome." He turned to the rest of the group. Milena sent him a nod, herself and Sihtric following Tekil.

"He seems too happy." Milena uttered to Sihtric, eyeing the King with pursed lips as he made his way towards Uhtred. "Strange."

"Fill your bellies." Tekil said as they moved towards the cart. Tekil picked up two apples, pushing them into Sihtric's chest.

Milena happily took the apple from Sihtric's hand, biting into it as she looked around at the people. "You've come far?" Milena's eyes landed on a man, whom stood beside a woman and a man.

"We have." Tekil answered, not turning around to look at the man.

The man slowly nodded his head, crossing his arms over his chest as he stepped forwards. "I'm Halig." He said, looking up at Tekil.

"I'm hungry." Tekil simply answered, biting into an apple as he turned away from Halig, his men following.

Milena rolled her eyes, shooting daggers into Tekil's back as Sihtric pulled on her arm. "Have I ever told you how much I despise him?" Milena uttered, biting into her apple as she turned to Sihtric.

"Many times."

It was now nightfall.

Milena sat on a wooden seat, cup of ale in her hands as she watched the people walk by. She knew Tekil and the rest of the man were planning something—planning to get Uhtred alone.

Especially when they paid off a boy to lure Uhtred to the stables. Milena took a sip from her ale, eyeing the men around her, before turning to Sihtric. "This will not go well." She muttered, shaking her head as she watched the boy run towards the church.

Sihtric raised his brow at her words, turning to his sister. "What do you mean?" He asked, his voice uttered.

Milena sat up, looking over at Uhtred's men. "Do not take part, perhaps they will spare you." She placed her cup of ale down, watching as Tekil and his men rose to their feet. "I have a plan." She smirked, pulling Sihtric to his feet.

Sihtric was not able to say anything as one of Kjartan's men pulled him away, moving towards the stables. Milena happily stayed in her seat, downing the rest of her ale as she watched Uhtred run out of the church.

Milena took that as a sign to leave her seat, moving towards the table Uhtred's men sat at. She grinned as she recognised the small man, Halig.

She crossed her arms over her chest as she stood behind the man, grinning down at him. She cleared her throat as the group turned to her. "Halig, yes?" She pointed to him, making Halig nod his head. "Your Lord needs help. The men I came with aren't what they say they are." She simply explained, shaking her head with pursed lips. "They are Kjartan's men, here to take Uhtred."

Halig immediately sat up at that, looking around with wide eyes. Milena sighed as she pointed towards the stables. "I'd go now, and quick."

The group didn't need to be told twice as they jumped to their feet's, running towards the stables and gathering more men to help.

— madeleines notes.

SHORT CHAPTER BUT AYE WELL, NEEDED TO UPDATE.

BUT TYLER, THE CREATOR?!? GOING ON TOUR

YEAH IMMA BE A TICKETMASTER WARRIOR ONG 🙌 I NEED A TICKET!!!

I hoped you liked this first chapter.

Milena will be very very sarcastic and very very childish so... 🙌🙌 SHES JUST LIKE ME 🥰🥰

BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS SO FAR!! 🤭

27th October 2024
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