A coastal village. A viking. A young girl. A trade.
Rose was the village outcast. She saw things. Things that the village priest said was blasphemous. She knew things in advance. Things that no one should know. 
Mikkel sailed for this village to initiate trade. He never would have thought that his mate would be the one to greet him. Her gift was revered in his land. In hers, it caused her to be shunned.

The Wolf's Rose

MIkkel and Rose boarded the Dragon boat by a narrow beam of wood that was obviously kept on the ship for this reason. The horses were left at the farmstead for use of the two left there. The ship was completely open with no shelter in sight. 


Mikkel was a bit apprehensive. Seeing the boat through his wife and mate's eyes, he cringed. "It's kept deliberately light weight, so that it has a low draft in the water and a greater speed than most ships. We can sling a tarp over the aft for a place to sleep if you like. Or we can go ashore nightly for you to have a place to sleep. We have tents." Mikkel could feel his gut tighten while awaiting her response. 


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