You walked into the great hall, looking at the queen sitting there on her throne. She was talking with a man who had a daughter aside him, Hvitserk stood aside her throne, looking down to the girl before he caught your gaze. You looked at him, bowing fast before Aslaug would catch glimpses of the both of you gazing at each other. You bited your lip, knowing how wrong this was before you took back of. Hvitserk was on the point to be married off, he didn't wanted it but he wasn't complaining either. You looked around the wall to the girl standing aside her father and smiling up to him. Off course, he was a prince, who wouldn't be smiling.

You were gathering some supplies on the market when you heard somebody whistle. You looked up from your basket, scouting the surroundings with your eyes. He whistled again and you noticed him against a wall, nodding to the shed he was standing for. You shook your head, looking around to the many people walking around the market place. You looked back to Hvitserk, he pulled his lips up in mischief and you gestured him to go away. He vanished into the shed and you swallowed, walking towards the shed like it was the most normal thing to do. You couldn't leave the instinct to look around all the time, hoping people wouldn't notice you. You pushed the door open and he pulled you at your arm in. 'Careful.' You whispered, fastening your steps inside the shed. 'This is risky Hvitserk.' 'I love my dangerous life.' He chuckled, pulling the basket out of your hand to put it down on the ground. 'If anybody will see us.' You just heard the people talking on the other side of the wooden wall. He laid his hand in your neck and pulled you closer, placing his lips onto yours. You moaned, closing your eyes before you heard somebody push against the door. Hvitserk wrapped his hand before you lips and you looked towards the door that cracked open. A man walked in but giving you both stood out of his sight he didn't saw you. Hvitserk pulled your dress up and stroke your skin. It was hard to don't make a sound. 'Hvitserk.' You whispered against his hand. He pushed you to the wall, kissing your neck while that man was stocking some things behind the both of you. Hvitserk really didn't care, he found it exciting, making out with you while there was a man behind working. But he walked out after several minutes in Hvitserk his torturing. You released your breath, panting on the way he roamed your sensitive skin. You crushed your lips down on his, untying his belt while he rushed to get your dress further up, preparing your body for him. 'I'm gonna miss this when you get married.' You panted against his lips. He pulled your leg up, chuckling while kissing your neck. 'Who says you need to miss this?' But you hardly could say something else for he entered you and you had to swallow that moan because people would hear it. Yes this was exciting. The nervous feeling you had for somebody walking in on the same time that enjoyable heat spread through your body from Hvitserk his thrusts. Your breathing was so loudly you were for sure if that man walked back in he would see the both of you. 'Y/n.' He moaned diving the both of you to the edge that caused you almost to collapse. 'This was fun.' You painted.