The Story of Sven: A Vikings Tale by Perry, Dakota

I was given matched the gentleman who had just entered. My dagger itched for blood. I finished my drink one minute and the next, he was gone. Out of sight. Vanished into thin air. It was then that I felt the cold steel press against my neck. “Turn yourself slowly, Sven, or this will get ugly,” Einar said in a thick, heavy accent. “You know who I am?” He said nothing as I did as instructed, turning slowly, not wishing to make a scene. When I faced him, I thought I had saw my father, or a much younger version of him. Upon his left arm laid a brand only my siblings and I bore. He soon took notice of my own and quickly lowered his weapon. ​ “You are a son of Aros?” He asked. ​ “I am.” ​ He was almost too afraid to ask his next question, “Does he draw breath?” ​ “He was killed but I avenged him.” ​ And with a smile he said, “Then you’re welcome here! My brothers would be pleased to meet you.” ​ Authors Note: ​ If you made it this far, pat yourself on the back and here is thank you from me to you! ​ As a history lover, and fan of shows such as The Last Kingdom, Vikings, Vikings Valhalla, and Spartacus, I wanted to tell my own story with people of color and queer love. It was crucial to me that these characters had voices, stories, and not stereotypical roles. ​ I truly hope that you enjoyed this story of Sven, him navigated life, love, death, and prophecy. ​ There were so many different ways this book could have happened. Originally, Sven was caught with Jacques, and keeping his pr