“If it isn’t Sir Halfdan the Horrible! And Sven, a man so short, even mother wasn’t even in pain in childbirth!” A voice called.
The man stepped out into the sun, five guards behind him. The man’s hair was golden, and his eyes light brown. He wore a large smirk that hung from cheek to cheek. His hair was cut to just his chin, pushed behind his ears. He wore golden earrings, and a silver necklace with a ring attached. He wore colorful clothing, flaunting his wealth for all to see. He was clearly an heir of King Harold the Third, Erik.
“Hello there,” Erik greeted. “It is for sure a fantastic day for a walk through the forest.” He leaned his head toward his right shoulder, showing his teeth as he grinned.
“What do you want?” Halfdan asked, drawing his sword.
“Oh!” Erik laughed, throwing his hands up in a fake fear. “Can’t I see my brother, it’s been so long?”
Just then, Sigurd stomped out of the longhouse, nearly running to the gates. “Erik!” He shouted, angrily. “You’re not allowed here! Halfdan lower your sword!”
Halfdan obligated, but still stood guard with Sven by his side. “I just want a little chat, dear brother!”
Sigurd had arrived, standing only a few feet from his brother. They both stood at the same height, though somehow with Erik’s posture, he looked far stronger than his dark-haired brother.
Prince Sigurd narrowed his eyes. “I suppose that would be alright for a bit.” His fear taking him over. Their shouting drew in all of the rest of Onka’s employers.
“Halfdan follow behind me,” Sigurd commanded. “What is it you want, Erik?” He asked, leading him to his feast hall.
“It’s a marvelous place you have here.” Erik seemed to admire all the turf house’s and walls of his property. He clicked his tongue in disgust. “Such a pity though, you have wooden walls, an easy target for burning.”
Sigurd sighed, choosing to ignore his words as he watched his guards and servants standing in fear of his half-brother.
Once they arrived, he sat on his chair at the royal table, motioning for Erik to sit at the table across from him, but he simply shook his head.
Sigurd looked at Halfdan, who stood in the doorway, watching the golden-haired man carefully.
“What do you need?” Sigurd asked, though he seemed afraid, he covered it with an emotionless face.
“Is visiting my brother saying I need something?” Erik twisted his head and smirked.
“I haven’t seen you in two years.”
“I have been… having… adventures. A lot of adventures. Father of course does not approve of them. And I don’t care. I have earned riches far greater than you could even imagine.”
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