Chapter 2
Ivar
I frowned. "Little one," was what he had always called me since I was five winters.
"Little one?" Papa scoffed from behind. "She has but seen twenty winters only a few weeks ago."
Ragnar smiled at me before walking past. He moved toward my Papa, his gaze following the line of men who had emerged from the house. Ragnar's jaw clenched.
"Already speaking marriage of her so soon?" Ragnar asked.
"She's getting older. Time waits for no one," Papa said.
"She's still but a child, for god's sake," Ragnar replied.
"A child?" Papa scoffed. "Her mother was wed to me me at sixteen."
"You cannot compare your wife to your daughter, old man."
"And you?" Papa asked. "You are growing old without a wife. Are there no fair maidens in Draugrfolk?"
Draugrfolk was Uncle Ragnar's village.
Ragnar smiled. "There are fair maidens."
"Then why are you present with no wife?"
Ragnar laughed brushing it off. He looked around.
"Nothing has changed since last winters."
