Faint Of Heart [Ivar x Reader]

Chapter 11

You had only seen two people getting poisoned in your whole life, the first one was your grandfather and you could barely remember it, but the second one was your uncle, and you remembered that one very, very clear.

And through the haze of pain, you could only think of one thing.

Somebody had botched their task. Terribly.

And God, it was coming in waves.

"Are we going to do it now?" You ran up to Bree all breathless and she stole a look at the ladies around you, then grabbed at your wrist and pulled you away from them.

"Let's do it before our parents see us," she whispered, "Do you have the paper with you?"

You nodded, "Do you have the fire striker?"

"Yes," she pulled it from her cleavage, making you stifle a laugh and follow her to the small pond at the back of the yard, away from everyone. You stood next to her before you looked around, then unfolded your paper.

"Who told you about this?"

"Do you know Lord Haymes?"

"One of your father's men?"

"Yes, his wife told me." You said, "She says her cousin wrote everything she wanted in a future husband onto a paper, then twirled around herself three times and burnt the paper, then her future husband turned out to be like exactly as she wrote."

"I actually made a list," Bree said, "Did you?"

"It's very long." You licked your lips, "Okay, you're supposed to read it out loud though."

Bree bit inside her cheek, "You first."

"Why me?"

"You're the princess, you're supposed to be first."

"Bree!"

"Be quick, come on," she said and you took a deep breath, then cleared your throat.

"Okay," You said, "Okay. I want a prince who is-"

"Prince?" Bree cut you off, "Y/N, you're supposed to want a king, I wrote a king!"

"Kings are old!" You made a face, "And all the kings I've seen so far didn't look very pleasing."

"Maybe he could be a young king then."

You heaved a deep sigh, "Okay, I want a prince or a young king who is very handsome, and tall." You read out loud, "His hair shall be long-"

"How long?" Bree asked and you motioned with your hand,

"Like this long."

"How will he wear a crown, silly?"

"How do I wear a crown with my hair?" You motioned at yourself, "He can find a way. His hair shall be long and silky, and his eyes shall be beautiful, even more beautiful than Lord Cary's."

"Someone fancies Lord Cary..." Bree sang and you shushed her.

"He shall love me the moment he sees me-"

"That's not possible."

"Bree!"

"How will he know you well enough to love you the moment he sees you?" Bree asked "Maybe he will...want you, but does not mean he would love you."

You shrugged,

"Well he will want me and love me at first sight, because it will be true love." You answered with your nose in the air, before you skimmed the lines again, "He shall love me the moment he sees me, and we shall have many heirs, girls and boys."