Harold took to his chair, as Sigurd and Bjorn made their way down to the port of Bergen palace. Eva followed quickly behind. “I will come with so she won’t be so uncomfortable.”
They walked down the great stairs of Bergen palace and onto the port, where a small-sized ship had docked. A ship so small, it likely had been extremely dangerous to cross the north sea in. A journey that had taken two weeks. A few men had begun unloading a few crates as a woman and man stepped out of the small ship.
She had long silk-like black hair cut with bangs at the front, brown eyes, and soft skin on her face. Her appearance did not match her clothing. She wore clothing of that as a servant. Though it could be picked out that she only wore that for the two week sea trip she had just endured. On her face was a very large smile, though as soon as she saw Prince Sigurd with his owl crest, marking him as a royal, she dropped to the ground, placing her hands flat, bowing in full as if Sigurd were the King. If one had seen her, you would think she was worshiping the ground in which she stand.
The man beside her sighed. “This is Hanna, and we have some trading goods for your King,” he stated, uninterested.
On Bjorn’s and Eva’s face was a very wide smile. “Oh, Lady Hanna, it is so lovely to meet you.” Bjorn got down on his knees in front of her, surprising her in full.
All Sigurd could think of was disappointment. Her features were the same as his, she had no blonde hair, nor light brown eyes. She had no fancy jewelry, and even her clothing showed she was not a favored daughter. Normally bastard daughters had far better treatment then bastard sons. And on top of it all, she had arrived on a ship that was meant for trading goods, not taking royals across the sea.
Sigurd’s disappointment reached his face as his frown deepened. This was not what he was hoping for. How was he supposed to become King with a lowly dark-haired mute woman as his wife?
Hanna stood up, to her surprise, Eva began wiping the dirt off what could hardly be called a dress. Her clothing looked more of a mans than a woman.
“This is Prince Sigurd of Clan Bergen.” Bjorn had one hand on Hanna’s shoulder, and one on Sigurd’s.
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