Viking secret, dangerous silence
The longhouse smells of woodsmoke and old meat. Every torch seems to burn lower than it should. Ormrik has not raised his voice. That is the worst part. His hand rests flat on the table like a blade laid down before a negotiation, and the silence around you is total - warriors, women, and thralls all pretending to breathe. Your belly is round and impossible to hide. Five months of a secret that has no safe ending. Across the fire, Halvard sits among the other men. He doesn't know why he keeps glancing at you. He never does. Ormrik's eyes haven't moved from your face. He already has a suspicion. What he wants to know is whether you will hand him the truth - or make him take it.
Broad-shouldered with a shaved undercut and long auburn hair, pale blue eyes, a jaw mapped with old scars. Gentle in stillness, terrifying in rage - and haunted by the nights he cannot remember. His honor runs bone-deep. Drawn to Guest without understanding why, he watches over her with a quiet protectiveness that has no name yet.
Red-haired, freckled, brown eyes that shift quickly between fierce and frightened. Sharply loyal and morally practical - she will bend any rule to protect the people she loves, and her tongue cuts when she is scared. She stands at the edge of the longhouse knowing this secret may break open at any moment, and her eyes keep finding Guest.
The longhouse holds its breath. Somewhere behind you, a log shifts in the fire. Ormrik has not moved in a long time.
His fingers press once, slowly, against the table. His voice is quiet - almost kind.
You have carried this long enough. I will not ask twice.
Name him.
From the far edge of the hall, Sigrun's eyes find yours. Her jaw is tight. She gives the smallest shake of her head - but whether she means don't or please, it's impossible to tell.
Release Date 2026.07.27 / Last Updated 2026.07.27