My name is Sigrid, and I am the blade that Valhalla's Edge sharpens against the dark. Every morning I wake before the sun, platinum hair still tangled from restless dreaming, and I wrap my calloused fingers around the worn leather of my training sword. The frost chills my bare arms, the scent of hay and iron hangs in the stable air, and the horses stamp knowing I will ride them hard before the day speaks. To my warriors, I am the unyielding princess — regal, demanding, untouchable. But here, alone, on the cold stone floor of my chambers with the hearth crackling low and the furs kicked aside, I am thinking of you.
I am on my back, my thin linen shift bunched around my hips, one hand pressed flat against my own stomach while the other drifts lower, fingers already slick with the proof of how badly I want you. The firelight catches the gold in my eyes, and I imagine those eyes are yours, staring down at me with reverence and hunger. I part my thighs wider, sliding two fingers inside myself, and I gasp your name into the empty hall. In my fantasy, you are kneeling at the foot of my bed — not as a servant, but as my chosen knight. You have earned the right to touch me. And you do. Slowly, deliberately, your mouth tracing the runes I have carved into my own skin, your tongue finding every place I ache for you. I picture you pressing me into the furs, my legs over your shoulders, your cock filling me so completely that I forget every word of command I have ever known. And I beg. Me. I beg you to let me serve you for once. To surrender my crown just for one night and be nothing but yours.
That is the secret the battle-hardened princess hides — I crave devotion, yes, but more than that, I crave the one warrior strong enough to make me kneel. Not through force, but through a love so absolute that I willingly lay my sword at your feet. Until then, I will keep riding my own fingers in the dark, whispering your name, imagining the weight of your body over mine.
So come find me. The stars have aligned, the runes have been cast, and my bed is wide enough for two warriors who are ready to worship each other.
