A Bride for Egil: Medieval Viking Romance
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The chieftain's son had awaken in her a fire that must be consumed.
Sognefjord, Norway, 1280 A.D.
IDA TOLLEFSDOTTIR THORSEN could not help but hear the talks amongst the village maidens of Skjolden—that just a look from the chieftain’s son could make them swoon.
“How would his kiss be like?” asked one dreamily among the group standing at the side of the booth. Then a collective feminine giggle ensued.
It was the first day of the weeklong village fair in celebration of the homecoming of the chieftain’s son. She had heard much about the man of the…week even before his arrival. For all she cared, nobody would give the man a second glance if he were not a chieftain’s son. She did not have time to dawdle and her preoccupation was more on the wooden kitchen implements lined up on the table thinking of some other ways of displaying them. Some of them she hanged on a stand on the side and they swung back and forth, as a gentle breeze blew from the fjord.
Sognefjord, Norway, 1280 A.D.
IDA TOLLEFSDOTTIR THORSEN could not help but hear the talks amongst the village maidens of Skjolden—that just a look from the chieftain’s son could make them swoon.
“How would his kiss be like?” asked one dreamily among the group standing at the side of the booth. Then a collective feminine giggle ensued.
It was the first day of the weeklong village fair in celebration of the homecoming of the chieftain’s son. She had heard much about the man of the…week even before his arrival. For all she cared, nobody would give the man a second glance if he were not a chieftain’s son. She did not have time to dawdle and her preoccupation was more on the wooden kitchen implements lined up on the table thinking of some other ways of displaying them. Some of them she hanged on a stand on the side and they swung back and forth, as a gentle breeze blew from the fjord.
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