You knew mother said something about not coming home, leaning you at the door gazing over the street, your bare feet pressed on the cold earth. 'Y/n.' You turned your head around, looking to Ubbe, your father who crouched down behind you. 'What are you looking at?' He asked.

'I'm not looking, I'm waiting for mother.' It wasn't all that perfectly said. Ubbe wrapped his arm around your chest and lifted you up in his arms. His other arm laid around your legs, causing you to lay horizontal. You giggled because he tickled his nose against your chest.

'She isn't coming home tonight. It's you and me.' He said with a smile and you smiled instant back. He putted you down on the bed, snuggling yourself on the bed.

'Is she coming back?' You asked quietly. Ubbe laid down aside you and your innocent eyes looked up to your father.

'She's always coming back, just like I always come back.' He promised you, placing a kiss on your hair. You squeezed your eyes together until you floated to dreamland.

The dream was a little scary; you stood in the middle of fighting people and were scared to dead. You looked around, hoping on seeing your father or mother but there was nobody around. A man dropped down on the ground and you yelled for the blood that dripped from his armor. 'Mother!' You screamed loudly. 'Father!'

'Y/n, wake up.' It was a voice somewhere in the distant. You started to cry, stumbling back over the dead bodies. 'Y/n!' You opened your eyes, gazing in the darkness, feeling the little tears rolling over your eyes. 'It was just a dream.' Ubbe whispered. You whimpered, crawling yourself closer to Ubbe and snuggling against his chest. He laid his arm around you, carefully stroking your back. You sobbed against his chest before lifting your head and looked up to your father.

'There was a fight, and you weren't there and I was scared.' You whispered. He strokes a strand of wet hair out of your face, looking at you in the darkness.

'It's a nightmare, you will never have to fight, you will be the princess.' He tried to cheer you up.

'But I want to fight, so I can fight my bad dreams.' You stated tired, yawning mouth wide open. Ubbe pulled your closer and you snuggled your face in de crook of his neck, wrapping your little arms around it.

'You can be both.' He suggested.

'Can I?' You asked.

'I know a good story about a girl that became a princess,' He began. You closed your eyes, listening to what your father told you. 'I never saw somebody fight like her, fearless, gracious and when she looked at me she smiled. She was no Viking, no Christian, she was just a lonely soul looking for a life. I got hurt, she helped me and I brought her here,' he felt silence. You wanted to ask something but your thoughts were already so far away. 'I married her and she became a princess. Now she is a queen and has a little princess waiting home that is slaying her bad dreams.' He placed his kiss against your hair. You took a very deep breath and when you released it you drifted entirely away. 'You can be both, I'm gonna keep your dreams safe.' You didn't hear that but you slept like a little rose for the rest of the night. And when you opened your eyes, still tired when the sun came up you still lied in your father's arms, only your mother was there and you squeezed your eyes back together, brave enough to battle that dream again, only ... he didn't came back.