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[Old Tale] A High Queen Scorned

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Beloved Patricians and Friends,

 

Here is a little story from the Days of the Old Tale about High Queen Hervör, my First Lady Wife Mortal, and Her notorious temper. The story will have multiple parts.

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The High Queen Consort had sent for him at night, when the camp was sleeping tight.

 

Nervously he entered Her tent and saw Her Viking Majesty sitting on the edge of Her bed, the ghost of a smile flitting over her lips. At a respectful distance he silently went on one knee while simultaneously bowing his head in deference.

 

Awestruck he was, the first time he laid his eyes on High Queen Hervör. That was on the day he entered High King Harald's service, just after his twentieth birthday. Over time his admiration for the High Queen Consort only grew larger and larger: what a woman She is! And soon he was falling madly in love with Her; at the same time fearing Her, wanting Her, and reverently worshipping Her.

 

"Höskuldur Einarsson of the House of Hjörvar reporting in, Your Majesty. I am yours to command," he said softly.

 

The High Queen Consort turned to the guard that had escorted Höskuldur Einarsson to Her tent. "I should like a private word with this gentleman. See to it that under no circumstance whatsoever I shall be disturbed until I signify otherwise."

 

"As Your Majesty commands", the guard said obediently and retreated from the tent.

 

"Arise!", High Queen Hervör commanded Höskuldur Einarsson. He slowly rose to his feet.

 

"My Queen", he said, "might I ask why Your Majesty wished to afford me the honour of being invited to Your tent? Is there anything I may do for You?"

 

"You shall be enlightned shortly, Höskuldur. Come here and sit down," the High Queen Consort said while patting on the spot next to Her and gave him a warm smile which to Her amusement send his legs shaking.

 

"We shall skip the smalltalk and move right to business," High Queen Hervör said after Höskuldur had sat himself beside Her. She put Her hand on his leg, just above the knee. For more than a while Her long fingers brushed lightly against his thigh, gentle movements full of promise. Her pale hand touched his face, his long hair. While his heart beat faster and faster and the blood rose in his cheeks, he just sat there, his mind completely bemused what to make of this strange situation.

 

All the time the High Queen Consort watched him closely with eyes full of mischief that looked like ice on fire.

 

"Have you ever made love to a woman?", she finally asked.

 

He gave a shaky laugh. "No, Your Majesty."

 

"Well, Höskuldur", she said, "you will shortly since I am of the mind to take you as my bed warmer."

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Totally bewildered and in the purest state of disbelief Höskuldur gazed at the High Queen Consort.

"Wh...wh...what did You just say?", he asked sheepishly.

"That I'm taking you as my bed warmer, sweetling."

Moments went by in silence.

Slowly it dawned at him what She meant, and it made his stomach churn.

"Pardons much, Your Majesty, but I'm not in for that. I'm sorry", Höskuldur said when he had scraped enough courage together to respond.

That seemed to amuse High Queen Hervör to a great extent. "It is painfully obvious, sweetling, that you have misunderstood me", the High Queen Consort smugly said. "I was not asking whether you should like to become my bed warmer. I said that I'm TAKING you as my bed warmer," She spoke in a voice that would brook no argument. "Now get naked, dearest Höskuldur, and be kind to me!"

His mind raced and his heart pounded in his chest. What could he do to get out of this situation? Suddenly he got an idea: injure Her pride.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but I will not fuck you since you are soiled goods. Several men have had you before me and I shall not ever be in the habit of eating off another man's trencher", Höskuldur said as insolently as he could.

High Queen Hervör slapped him with all Her might, so hard that it sent him reeling and he fell off the edge of the bed.

"Best for your health it shall be, to keep a very courteous tongue in your mouth and save Me that ridiculously transparent false and fake insolence," the High Queen Consort said, Her body taken by a stupor of rage that made Her tremble. "I am saddened and deeply offended that you thought that”, She hissed, ".... you really thought that.... you really, really thought that I would buy that little niggardly poor mummer's farce of yours!"

Höskuldur crawled up and took a few steps back.

"Begging forgiveness for my folly and the untrue and uncourteous words I spoke, Your Majesty."

"That shall not suffice!”, High Queen Hervör said angrily. She clenched her fists. “Mayhaps I should tell Marley the Rastaviking about this and the other slight you have committed towards me."

“What other slight, Your Majesty?”, he asked, while slowly stepping back.

 

"You refused me. It is extremely bad manners to refuse a Queen."

 

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

 

"It is too late to be sorry now." The wildest of Valtian fire raged in Her eyes. "Marley the Rastaviking shall be most obliged to chop you to pieces. Have you ever been chopped to pieces before? I don't think so. It's a once in a lifetime experience, you know!", She said, taking joy of the thought.

 

"You wouldn't tell Marley the Rastaviking! That is not the way of Ancient Valtia!", Höskuldur said, desperately trying to change High Queen Hervör’s mind.

 

"You are absolutely correct, sweetling!", the High Queen Consort said, all of a sudden singing as sweet as a Nightingale.

 

Höskuldur sighed with relief and thought that he was off the hook,...... but not for long.

 

"Ours are indeed the Ancient Ways of Valtia in accordance with the Laws of the Vanir", High Queen Hervör calmly continued. "Whoever passes the sentence must wield the blade themselves."

 

She took a dagger from Her sleeve and spun it round. "We, Hervör of the Houses of the Merfolk and Ettlingar Freyu, High Queen Consort of Stormark, Lady of Hattfjelldal, Countess of Quercy, sentence you to die!", the High Queen Consort pronounced coldy.

 

"What?!", Höskuldur exclaimed in confusion.

 

A creepy and bloodlusty smile appeared on High Queen Hervör’s face, and there was a dangerous look in Her eyes. Chillingly graceful She rose from the bed. A she-wolf waiting to attack.

 

"Now come here, little lad of mine", She spoke in a very disturbing voice. "I won't hurt you. Oh no, I would never dare to hurt you. I'll only kill you. There is a big difference between killing and hurting, you know. I can hurt you without killing you, so I can also kill you without hurting you. So come here to mommy and be a good boy!"

 

Then She stormed towards him.

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That Höskuldur goes from Her bed to his (possible) grave in a couple of instants. High Queen Hervör did really have quite a temper! :lol:

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That Höskuldur goes from Her bed to his (possible) grave in a couple of instants. High Queen Hervör did really have quite a temper! :lol:

 

Well, my First Lady Wife Mortal was fun or fury, depending on what button you pushed.

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A High Priestess wonders which button of High Queen Hervör Our Sovereign Lord usually pushed?

 

 

The one between Her legs? ;)

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This is a great story - Your Most Gracious Majesty, how were you able to deal with her infidelities?

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This is a great story - Your Most Gracious Majesty, how were you able to deal with her infidelities?

 

Your Grace,

 

Thank you for the most appreciative comment. :)

 

I drew a veil over High Queen Hervör's infidelities since Her Viking Majesty was doomed anyway and destined to be slain in Her hundredth battle. This because this late Lady Wife Mortal of mine had, in a battle against forces that wanted to eridicate Her tribe, unsheated and used Skofnung, which was a magical sword that was forbidden to be unsheated in the presence of women.

 

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I have found this painting of High Queen Hervör. How do you all like it?

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Painting is nice. Story is a bit uhm - a bit more grown-up than I'd prefer to read :blush: I think that a cross of my age, upbringing, and religion have made me a bit of a prude when it comes to certain things. This, apparently, is on that list. Along with all the naked women in Stormark lol

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Lady Chloe is here because she loves and appreciates the people of Stormark and the people of Stormark love and appreciate her and wholeheartedly accept her as she is, so that she feels happy and safe in this country and can be whatever she wants to be. :)

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A High Priestess wishes to convey that she exuberantly likes that painting of High Queen Hervör!

 

I have got some more images of High Queen Hervör.

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