Chapter 10: A realm in rebellion
I am Skuld, Queen of England and the House of Hvitserk. I am called "Kinslayer" by some for assassinating my brother. Yet, I ask you, is it truly fair that, simply because the gods have chosen to endow people with certain characteristics, that they may rule and others may not? Ruthlessness is acceptable for a man, but not for a woman? I do not apologize for anything I have done or will do. I cannot lead from the front of my armies, as my father and grandfather did; I must act from the shadows. Consider that I had my own brother killed; what would I do to a man I called stranger?
My husband is inoffensive and provides me with the ability to bear young. If this family is to achieve its destiny and unite the Isles under a single banner, we must have fine, strong sons, capable of striking down all who oppose them, whatever the cost.
14 April 967, Jorvik
I inherit a realm at war. The weakness of the Boy King provoked a response from Saemundr and the people of Gwynedd. Saemundr is my great uncle, the brother of my grandfather, Sigfrid II. Yet he defies his Queen, and he must be punished.
11 August 967, Perfeddwiad
My retainers either fear me, hate me, or both. None of my blood relatives will serve. I am forced to turn to those who will tolerate me. One such man is Gudrodr, the leader of my armies.
I turn to him for aid, but I am wary. Does he plot against me as so many others do? I have attended him in front of his army to invest him with the Marshal's axe, but I also ensure that my spies keep a close on him. I may have some difficulty returning to Jorvik, as Saemundr besieges the castle.
The Marshal assures me that he will lead a relief force, personally, to destroy Saemundr and restore order to the realm. May the gods strike down my foes!
16 September 967, Jorvik
I slipped back into the castle with Gudrodr's army only to have yet another Hvitserk claim lands that belong to me. Prince Baldr, through some intermediaries, insists he is the true King of Irland. I may have to make peace with Saemundr in order to turn this challenge aside. Why can the people not just accept my rule?
12 May 968, Jorvik
The Seer thinks I may not live to see spring. I wonder if she poisoned me. I beseech you, Odin, do not take me before I bear a son.
12 June 968, Jorvik
I have been sick for a month. There is no worse time to be sick than when your advisors plot against you. At least Saemundr has surrendered. I would restore his titles to him in exchange for a pledge of unending fealty, but he refuses to accept. At least his men follow my banner now. Soon, we shall strike at Irland and restore my rule.
21 June 968, Jorvik
I must replace my Seer; she is some kind of fool. I am not truly ill; I am with child!
Marshal Gudrodr continues to drive my enemies before him. Within the year, all should be at peace.
1 September 968, Jorvik
The Jarl of Mercia has risen up. It is becoming harder and harder to find sufficient men to garrison my castles. Gudrodr must strike a blow or all is lost.
22 January 969, Jorvik
I have borne a daughter, Linda.
I handed her to the wet nurse as soon as possible. I must reign, restore order, and seek out new lands.
17 April 969, Mercia
I have left Jorvik for the first time since Linda was born. Gandalfr, Jarl of Mercia, has agreed to swear allegiance to me in exchange for his titles. Only Irland remains in rebellion; Mercia's soldiers will prove most useful in succeeding.
26 January 970, Norfolk
I am visiting my younger sister, Iliana. She has asked me to stay with her for a few weeks, as she is worried about assassins trying to take her life.
I shall have to instruct the assassins to be more discreet. After all, if she suffers an unfortunate accident, I will inherit her lands.
12 October 970, Jorvik
My husband is dead, slain by the Jarl of Jorvik. He dines in Valhalla this eve.
My choices for husband are limited, as everybody in my realm loathes me as a kinslayer, while those outside the realm wish my children to belong to their house. I must conduct an exhaustive search; at the very least, I need a husband who can reassure the people of my realm of my honorable intentions.
29 October 970, Jorvik
Wit of Kovel is my new husband. He is... undesirable in many aspects, but his talent at soothing injured egos should allow me the time to rebuild my family's prestige and to find a better husband in the future.
12 January 971, Jorvik
Irland, at long last, is pacified. I have called for a blot, to sacrifice to the gods, that we might earn their favor.
18 September 971, Jorvik
I do not know whether the spirit of Loki possessed my husband, for how else could a man of his age produce young? I pray for a son every day.
20 April 972, Jorvik
My prayers are answered and my purpose renewed. A son is born!
It is now time to seek retribution for my first husband. Dyre may be of my blood, but I will spill it if necessary. After all, one may not be a double kinslayer.
8 April 973, Jorvik
Dyre escapes justice... for now.
23 October 973, Jorvik
The runestone to my father is complete; I buried Wit next to it, as per his wishes. Wit considered my father a dear friend and wished to serve him in death as he did in life.
I have chosen a new husband, but he honestly is of no consequence. He will do as he is told and is not to... accost me in any fashion. His husbandly duties are purely to assist in the administration of the realm. Nothing more.
18 December 973, Jorvik
When you are young, you should act as someone who is young. I had a most agreeable time this afternoon, although the gentleman I befriended did not find it as such.
Of course, for insulting his Queen, I had him arrested. I may even have him sacrificed at the next blot if he continues to be insolent.
19 March 974, Jorvik
Dyre is under arrest. I have taken his titles and will let him rot in the oubliette.
25 October 974, Jorvik
It would seem I am a kinslayer once again.
I really must choose better assassins. Most worrisome is that I did not inherit Norfolk, but only Suffolk; it would seem the Skots have a claim on Norfolk. I shall have to take it by force.
13 November 975, Jorvik
I have news that the Skots were routed. Surely, they will sue for peace in the near future.
19 April 976, Jorvik
Success! Halsten has surrendered. In all of England, only Kent remains outside my reach.
16 November 976, Jorvik
I have called a meeting of my council. They, over time, have become more favorable to me, thanks to large gifts of gold and the decision to release Dyre from prison (without his titles, of course). My mercy has impressed my subjects.
3 December 977, Norwich
I am, allegedly, here to visit some friends and some royal estates. In point of fact, I am actually here to root out a Catholic who has obtained one of our Norse shrines.
I do not think this task will be difficult.
26 April 978, Vedrafjordr
I have delivered my son, Halfdan, to Marshal Gudrodr for training in the martial arts. He must be strong of blade arm, quick of mind, and able to lead our people into the next millennium.
1 February 979, Sussex
Although he is very young, nonetheless, Gudrodr has taken my son across the Channel to sack the lands of the White Christ. With enough gold, we can mount expeditions farther to the east once the isles of Britannia are united. Halfdan must learn the art of war. He must.
24 February 979, Jorvik
I caught an illness in Sussex. I fear this time I am not pregnant. I have done the best a Queen could do. My tactics may have been dishonorable, yet I ask you this -- Grandfather Sigfrid was just as ruthless, yet he is praised. Why is my name cursed? Why do the gods hate me? Halfdan, my son, I did it all for you. Please do not forget me, although I barely know you.
Goodbye.
I'm going to need to play to update again. I'm sorry if Skuld seems a bit dull; female characters have never been my strong suit, and it's especially difficult for me to pair Wroth and Deceitful as traits. Halfdan will be more interesting, I promise.