Svalin paced her room. She could hear the battle raging outside and wanted so much to be out there. Her warrior's blood hummed in her veins and wanted blood.
Her hand clutched Vigfrior and her grip tightened around the hilt and her knuckles turned white at regular intervals. Svalin realized she was having contractions and prayed that her child would wait to make his entrance until the battle was done.
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