*Erik*
I wake lying on the floor of the cave as the Seer still sits across from me.
“You fear that your wife will only love the Anders you created and not the man you truly are.”
I swallow hard. She’s right. This has been one of my greatest fears, or it was until she saw me perform the blood eagle.
“You fear she will love Anders because that is who you fashioned your new self around, but deep down, you are still Erik.”
“She loves me,” I tell her defensively.
She nods, her eyes remaining closed. “She does. But she also loved who you were before she knew of Erik the Wolf. She loved the simple life you had together. She does not wish to be the wife of the Jarl.”
I sigh. I know it is not what she wants. Would she have married me if she knew? She has not seen my village's rich
