*Eleanor*
The entire village is gathered. There was a land dispute to be settled first, and then a few men made their case for a raid on the next moon. I have approved it.
“You will not capture and sell people,” I tell them sternly. “This was Erik’s rule, and it will remain.”
The men agree, bowing their heads to me as they step back. I look around, but no one else has stepped forward with business.
“Is that all for today?” I ask.
Anders steps forward from his place behind me to stand beside me. “Jarl Eleanor, I would like to petition to take…” he pauses, taking a breath. “To take my son, Ansuz, on the raid.”
There are murmurs among the people gathered, though I am unsure if it’s because he has asked to take my son or because he called him his son. He is, though.
I nod to
