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In her father’s absence, Embra Fritisson has been engaged in a desperate battle to keep leadership of the settlement. When Magnus arrives saying her father is dead, she fears her unstable family will splinter into factions and destroy one another. She must retain control, but how can she hope to keep her head while falling in love with the enemy?
The walk to the great hall displayed Husavik’s splendor in full. The rain had cleared and new light slid in from the east—the direction of home—lighting the fine buildings. Such wealth displayed here! They knew nothing like it in Sorvagur.
As he went, he tried to calculate the number of raids it might have taken to amass such a fortune. The voyages launched. The lives spent.
Fadir traded. Their settlement had to, if they wanted to survive. Magnus had accompanied him on voyages and, ja, loved it. And things had become sticky a few times when deals had gone bad. But Fadir was an honest man.
Magnus feared he would have to employ a measure of deception here, if he wished to accomplish his aim.
He paused before the great hall. Last night, Mistress Embra had sent a messenger—an older servant—bidding him to meet her here early.
Well, early it was and—
The door swung open before him. “Come in.”
Not the servant but the lady herself.
Tall she was, this daughter of Friti Gunnarsson, though she might only reach Magnus’s ear. He outstripped his own father in height. This morning she wore her dull-gold hair only half braided with the rest of it spilling all the way down to her—well. As Magnus saw when she turned to lead him inside, she had a very nice bottom indeed.
Suddenly a vision flashed upon him—that of her standing naked before him, wrapped in naught but that curtain of hair.
By Odin’s eye, he dared not entertain such thoughts. Not now.
“I thought it best we meet early, Master Magnus, before any others of my siblings are astir. None of them tends to leave his or her bed early.”
“Ah.”
“And I wished the two of us to speak together as plainly as possible.”
She turned to face him. She wore a simple woolen dress like Modir usually wore, pale green with a white overdress. The fabric clung to her long limbs and emphasized her narrow waist. And a pair of breasts that—nei, they were not lush and heavy, like her sister Vanja’s. but ja, they would make two generous hands full.
He had to make sure this woman did not prove a distraction.
And yet—as she stood there facing him, did she not eye him with similar interest? With speculation? Ja, sure her gaze lingered on his shoulders and at other, more intimate places.
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