The French had made a formation waiting for their prince to be hand overed on a high ground, the Vikings had taken all the gold given to them but Olivier was nowhere to be seen, the flagbearers and the ministers got worried on if they would hand over their prince.

A bullock cart was being pulled by two buffaloes into the ground were the French stood waiting for their prince. Olivier was tied inside the bullock cart in such a way that his ass was raised up in the air while his head was pushed down, he was completely nude and his mouth was stuffed with an apple and his eyes were blinded, the French gasped in horror as the Vikings laughed.

“Ah, My sweet slave.” Bjorn said.

“Don’t you dare barbarian.” Olivier’s father shouted. Bjorn ignored and got into the bullock cart, he lifted Olivier’s head with his hairs and removed his blind.

“Your son he wants it, Is it not my puppy?” Olivier was shocked to see the assembly, he was completely nude and Bjorn was right behind him rubbing his penis on him.

“I’m going to cut it and feed to the wolves.” Olivier shouted in a loud voice.

“But yesterday you begged for it, ah yes your father is here… and your people…” Bjorn held and kissed his neck. “Don’t they crucify men like you there?” Bjorn said.

“Half of the Viking men here have left their juice in him.” He continued, the French king looked at him angrily, he wasn’t able to do anything. The French men was staring at Olivier at how he had bent to receive Bjorn inside him.

“Yay…yay.” The Vikings cried.

Bjorn slowly inserted his dick while moaning Olivier didn’t bulge, his pride was lost fallen to dust. Bjorn continued to fuck Olivier and no one could say anything he then proceeded to put his cum on Olivier’s face.

“Ah my cute little puppy.” Bjorn said. “They will kill you, if you were involved in this act according to their god, marry me and become my house wife.”

“If you call yourself a man give me a sword.”

“Tell me, tell me why his dick is standing if he didn’t like it.”

The French Christians looked with even more disgust now. Bjorn took a sword turned it and put the blunt side in Olivier’s ass he then carried him on his shoulders while slapping the ass of Olivier, my sweet little boy, he put him down near the French side and left. The French soldiers freed Olivier and covered him with a cloth.

The prince wasn’t welcomed how he should be, with bruises across his body as he raided on his horse into Paris’ doors. The mood was sad, and the eyes of the fellow French men were filled with disgust. The thing he had feared the most was now common knowledge among his favourite people, he flinched at the thought of what the church might be thinking. He immediately had an idea, if the Christian priests were to think that he liked the act, he would be crucified or at the worst burnt to death. 

Olivier started acting madly when he entered the palace, when his father asked to describe him what had truly happened there.

“Jesus, isn’t your lord I am.” Oliver said while opening his widely and started dancing in weird form, “worship me, worship me,” he kept repeating. Five soldiers immediately held him and tied him up, the church pastor came and took a closer look into the eyes of Olivier.

“What has happened to my beloved son father.”

“He has been possessed by the devil.”

Olivier’s sister Esme who was also present looked at Olivier from her seat in the palace, Olivier requested help from his eyes. In minutes she knew exactly what he was doing, she knew the homosexual nature of her brother.

“What can be done to rid the devil.”

“Burn him, Before it spreads across France, he probably caught it from the barbarians.” The Pastor said.

“No, father. He is to be baptized again to rid the devil. Pastor John had told me before he had passed.” Esme said without hesitating.

The King wanted to give it out a try, he didn’t want his son burnt, he ordered for baptism immediately. Within few minutes people gathered around the lake with the priest.

“I’m going to kill all of you lest that water should touch me.” Olivier cried as guards pulled into the lake.

“I baptize you in the name of the father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.” The same pastor said as he pushed Olivier forcefully into the water.

Olivier slowly got up as though he didn’t know what was going on.

“Where am I.”

“Oh the devil has been rid.” His father came hugging him as he jumped into the water, “My son.”

“What is the last thing you remember kid.” The pastor questioned.

“The battle.” Olivier said.

“It was the Devil’s work.” His father shouted, Olivier was relieved, his act had worked he wouldn’t be burnt to death anymore. But would the people think differently now and accept their prince again because of a Baptism, Olivier had to do something braver to win back his people’s hearts. Olivier was the sole reason many battles against Vikings were won, not because he was brave in battle, but he was the best plotter, he never failed to surprise them. Esme wiped a tear she was against her homosexual brother but without him they wouldn’t win a single war and France would become Daneland.