"Unnr, Unnr," Hvitserk whispered.

"What?" she mumbled sleepily.

"Did you hear that?" he asked.

Unnr listened for a moment to the sounds of someone moving around the hall. "It's just Ivar," she answered without rolling over to see if he was there. She had slept between them for warmth; both her and Ivar bookended between Hvitserk and Ubbe.

"How do you know?" Hvitserk asked.

"Because his entire life is a strategy-game," she answered. "He needs to know the terrain if he's going to win. How do you not know that?"

"I'm going to check it out," Hvitserk declared.

Unnr let him go and shifted closer to Ubbe, accidently waking him in the process.

"Unnr? What's going on?" he asked.

"Hvitserk went to find Ivar," she answered. "I'm cold now."

He nodded and went back to sleep with ease. Unnr; however, was plagued with restlessness. A hand touched her shoulder and she moved quickly, producing a knife from her sleeve, stopping only just before the man's throat. She looked up be met with Ivar's smirk.

"It's just me," he said.

"You were right," Hvitserk said. "And the sun's coming up."

"I hate both of you," she groaned, but stood up anyway and dressed herself, later joining them for their morning meal until Lagertha came and ferried Unnr away to speak with her in private.

The pair went out from the hall and Lagertha handed Unnr a small, palm sized package wrapped in cloth. Unnr carefully unwrapped it to reveal a pair of oval brooches. They were a matching set made of brass, intricately decorated with gripping horses.

"Thank you," Unnr said. "They're beautiful."

"I was hoping you'd be getting married soon," Lagertha said.

Unnr shrugged. "I've been getting to know them."

"And?" Lagertha prompted.

She shrugged again. "I'm still getting to know them," she lied because she didn't know how to admit that she couldn't marry any of them. The thought of laying only with Hvitserk with the rest of her life was impossibly depressing. She couldn't marry Ubbe because he had become her brother. Sigurd was an immature prick. And Ivar's friendship she feared losing more than anything. She worried the wrong choice would be getting left behind again.