Vikings and Nobleman's Daughter

Einar smiled and slept like a babe, his warm form bathing her in heat so that she may never feel the chill of the night or the chill air that comes with the world rwcovering from winter. The two slept in relative silence, Einar could not help his deep breathing but he did not snore around her. Strong body held onto her with great strength as to not lose her again. They would be awoken within a few hours to knockinf at the door and one word uttered, "Nörd!"

Einar chuckled as he felt her cuddle against him and mutter she needed more time. "Wake up, my little Snowblossom." He whispered into your ear, hands softly shook her. Einars strong form still holding onto her, making sure he didn't just let her go and have her rudely awaken to chill. Chuckle given as he looked down upon Amalie, shaking her softly to wake her up.

Einar smiled as he saw her eyes open and her fingers dig into his side. "I have a people to rule, all you need to do is walk to another bed." Smile given as he leaned forward and licked over Amalie's forehead, obviously being a butthead. "Weyk oop!"

Einar smiled and laughed. Looking at her before scooping her up in his arms, growling and roaring playfully. Leaning down to nip softly at her neck, "I am de mornink monstar! Weyk oop or I'll eat yew!" Chuckling as he looked at Amalie. Finally finding it useless he stood up with her in his arms. Giant norseman shouldered the door open into the bright sunlight. It was a cool fifty degrees, almost leagues warmer than the ocean.

The land was beautiful, the ground was covered in grass and wild flowers. The shore was darkened with a mixture of dirt and sand. The town, or Clan as he always called it, was huge. Tons of people littered the streets, more than Kiel. A market area in the middle surrounded by crafts areas full of blacksmiths and leatherworkers and clothiers. Huts and houses beyond that, but at the top of a hill she could see a one floor building that was long in width, looking to have multiple rooms placed throughout.

There were great big evergreens as tall as giants. Their green branches swaying in a warm southern breeze. She could see some snow fall from a couple, unmelted snow from the previous winter. The people were a varying kind. Some tall, some skinny, fat, muscular, burly, there were some the were stronger looking than Einar, but none as tall. Their hair was mainly blonde and pale like Amalie, their eyes various shades of blue. Some had differing hair and eyes, but they were clearly a minority. They dressed in skins, all of bear, caribou, elk, deer. Clearly Vikings hunted nearly as much as they raided. Nobody seemed to be without a job. The air was warm enough that some men went shirtless while they women wore loose thin clothing. Children played with wooden swords, sticks and the like.

The town was beautiful, but clearly different than Kiel. Einar wrapped a right arm around Amalie's shoulders, leading her down a ramp to shore. Her feet digging into warm yet wet sandy dirt. A welcome change, probably, than soft pillowa and hard floors. Einar smiled as he walked forward, though a young woman, about Amalie's age but a full head and shoulders taller strode up. Her mouth uttering angry words and culminating with a slap to Einar's face and spitting in Amalie's.

Einar merely growled and uttered back words in this strange northern language who's pitches raised then lowered, drawing out certain sounds such as er's, or's, and the like. Grumble given as he stepped infront of Amalie as the tall fair haired and blue eyed woman lookes to Amalie again. Einar reached forward and gently moved her to the side. Reaching behind him with opposite hand he directed Amalie away from the conflict without placing himself out from between the two. Their path on the way to this long house on a hill.

The rest of the journey was uneventful, but there were sights to see of blued steel weapons and armor, produce that wasn't as varied but just as plentiful as kiel, and wonderful clothes of dark earthy colors with fur accents, and built with sturdy and thick thread, though not as fine or pretty as small threading, it had a certain toughness and rustic appeal. Einar smiled as he waved and spoke to people, patting children on the head, and weaving out of the way of people. The ground was well trodden and a little soggy but sturdy and hard from the cool weather.

The long house now loomed before her. Seeming to stretch forever in one direction and it's opposite. Instead of building up it seems these people build out. The house was built east to west, and the double doors to the main hall was on the south side. Two large wooden doors with large brass handles and a fantastic depiction of various colored metals, clays, and dyes of a Viking man fighting what appeared to be a mad bear.

Einar smiled in answer. Large viking clad in mere breeches, seemed there was no dress code. His large hands grabbed the doorknobs and shoved forward, double doors swun on heavy hinges. Almost creaking as they come to life and swing the heavy doors open. A great hall full of tables and miscellaneous chairs. As if the patrons themselves brought their own chairs. A great pit full of embers and various woods tended to by servants and cooks. Large cauldrons of stew and soups with a massive spit full of hogs, sheep, and cows. The smells of spices and food permeated through the great hall. Einar picked his way past the chairs, people, and a great platform with a large high backed chair upon the platform with only a couple chairs surrounding it.

Einar smiled as he looked down at Amalie. "No, we live here." Einar approached another double doors with a large mural of a mad bear slain by a viking. Smirk given by Einar as he opened the door to a massive bedroom. Three large wardrobes against one wall, racks of armor and weapons, various rugs and furs littered the floor, and a plush bed big enough for eight people with various pillows, blankets, and furs thrown on it. Einar leaned against a door frame as he watched her reaction.

Einar smiled the whole time as he watched her. Merely leaning against the door frame. Stormy gray eyes following her movements, shaking his head and chuckling. He stood up as she walked to him and wrapped his arms around her. "Aye'm a Jarl, oof coorse it's goink to be larrge." Smile graced his features as he waved over the room. "No, I believe your new room is the same size. I'll have servants fill a wardrobe with clothes for you." Smirk given as he looked upon her.

A large right hand raised off of her and he yelled in his foreign tongue. Three girls of varying ages and ethnicities walked up. Each one grabbing Amalie and directing her inside while one let go and walkes off to grab some dresses, tunics, and breeches to fit Amalie so she wasn't in her nightgown dressing her as she wanted. Also they carried in a bath for her full of hot water, and fresh outdoor scented soaps.

Einar retreated from his room, planning on explaining what happened after she found him. She would see Einar comfortably sitting in the high backed chair. A large mug of spiced mead in his right hand. He was still just in breeches. With the sound of the trio of girls leaving and Amalie walking out Einar would turn around and smiled at her. "As beautiful as you look tough." Smile given as Einar walkes to her. "Those three are your new handmaidens. Saphira hails from England's farmlands, running to the coast in search of a new life and has found her way here to serve me." Einar points to a girl about Amalie's height, dark brown hair, and hazel eyes. She curtsies and stands next to Amalie. "I do not know her true name, we call her Alwilda, which means Elf Battle. She has a wicked protective streak and is fair, atleast I think so." He points to a black servant that was built rather solidly for a woman, though losing none of her feminine features, dark hair and eyes. She curtsies and stands next to Amalie. "And lastly Soaring Eagle, we call her Eagle, was traded ti us, evidently her parents were traitorous thieves. So I have given her a good home and she's been loyal since." A beautiful girl about Amalie's height, built very leanly and having a nice angular face, dark hair and eyes with wonderful slightly reddened skin.

Einar smiled as he pet the three girls on the head. "They are free women, I granted that to them when they and I reached eighteen winters. My father got them and gave them to me since we were so close in age. Please take care of them." Einar smiled as he looked down at Amalie. "They speak english well, and they are quite loyal if you treat them well." Einar would softly touch Amalie's hand. "I want to make sure you're protected....always. Plus now you don't have to join in the weekly river dip. They know where everything is to be found."

Einar smiled as his fingers curled with her own. Nodding to her words as he squeezed her hand gently. "Please do, they served me well, and now they will care for you." Smile given as he nodded to each maiden, their clothes reflecting a mesh of their homelands and the styles of vikings. Einar pulled Amalie's hand as he made his way to the top of the platform. Her servants naturally ducked out of sight but not hearing. Einar sat down in his high chair, and called in his foreign tongue. "Lunch time, then how about a tour of Mordere Gale Bjorne?" Simple question was asked as he pulled her into his lap, sitting in his chair.

Soon people came flooding in, the language of his people filling the air as they settled in their chairs, some moved them about. Some chairs remained empty from absence or people remained standing. Nobles came in from the west chambers, bringing their own decorated chairs. Setting them down at a table before Einar's platform. Seemed they all were o eat in Einar's hall.

Einar smiled as his strong right arm wrapped about Amalie's waist. Her body clothed in a thick fur lined tunic, soft leather breeches and fur lined boots pressing against his bare upper torso. Feet bare with his legs clad in breeches. Einar called out in his foreign tongue, the peasants chuckled and cheered as the nobles shifted uncomfortably. Servants carried out bowls, wooden spoons, metal forks, and plates. Hunks of meat piled on plates while bowls of soup and stews were scooped into bowls. Hunks of meat dripping with juices and fat. A table was brought before Einar and the bowls and plates set before him. Making sure that him and Amalie got their fill of everything. There was no shortage of food.

Einar ate around Amalie, being sure not to spill any on her. He reached under his chair and pulled out a dagger, shouldeng it into a hunk of pork shoulder. Chuckling as he called out in his native tongue, causing the nobles to sometimes laugh along with the peasants, and sometimes only half laughed, but Einar seemed to be loved by his people.

Einar looked at her and grinned slightly as he spoke to her. "Oh nothing much, I poked a little fun at the nobles for hiding their chairs. We are vikings after all, and everyone knows how we love raiding even at home." Chuckle given as he shook his head. "Which is wrong, the penalty for theft is loss of a hand, and if one hand is already gone it is death." Looking at her before pointing to a rather thickly but still strongly built noble. "Gunnar there responded by calling me a son of a goat, and I told him that it twas better than being the son of a fish, atleast I got free milk. That's why they all laugh. We talk, we boast, we joke, and prod at each other. Nobles are very close to their subjects in Viking culture, after all not only do I raid with them but we feast together every once in a while, and I also have to walk through town to get to my ships. They harvest my food, take care of my horse, I mean I'd be lost without my people." Broad smile on his face before he cut a piece of mutton with his knife and stuffed it in his mouth.

Einar obviously didn't mind her on his lap, she would feel the gaze of people but nothing too lingering. A lot of people ate and left, waving heir mug at Einar who did the same. Einar drank spiced mead while Amalie drank the fruit flavored mead she seems to like so much. People began filing out as they ate their fill.

Einar smirked as he nodded to her. "It's mainly because there's little room so they keep them stored away when they're here. They'll be leaving within days, we just ended talks of taxation, raids, and such. I am only one of many Jarls here so the local Viking nobles who own their own lands talk to us to see what changes and what is the same." Smirk given as most of the people looked upon Amalie with content some with contempt. It wasn't a fifty fifty split, more ninety ten. Einar finished up what she didn't eat then leaned back with his cup of spiced wine. Looking at her, "Gods you are beautiful all cleaned up and in normal clothes." Smile given as he reached down and patted her butt. "Now I must change and then I'll escort you."