Hi all! Remember this story? It took me a couple of years to track down this story and I finally found it! I've adopted it and plan to finish the sequel. This is not my story! this story belongs to a former Fanfic writer named Tori X;who does not write fanfics anymore. I'm sure many Fanfic fans have missed this story.

Disclaimer: Sookie Stackhouse - Southern Vampire Mysteries belong to Charlaine Harris.

Chapter 1

Eric's Point Of View

I sit lounging in the throne, one leg spread out in a lazy sort of way whilst the other leg tucked in with the heel of my shoe resting against the front of one of the chair legs. My left arm bent, and my hand resting in front of me whilst my right arm lay flat against the arm rest of the chair, and my hand curled around the edge of the arm.

I wear a bored expression and stare off into the distance; gazing at a crack in the corner of the dark stoned wall above the crowded floor of dancers and entertainment. My brother called it: enthralling the vermin. My presence alone seems to excite them more so than my father or my brother ever did, though I don't know why.

I had never wanted to become King of the Vikings of Sweden and Norway but with my father's passing and mother's sudden death and my brother being second in line to the throne, it was left to me to pick up the pieces and take up the position as King, like I've been trained up to be.

Of course I did what every other man did; I fucked, I ate and I played with my swords but I also had a position of power and a reputation to maintain.

I was known far and wide as the playboy Prince who had a different woman in his bed every night, but that was stretching the truth a little. Ever since I started having these ruddy dreams I've been unable to even so much as find another woman attractive.

The beautiful creature in my dreams had blonde hair and blue eyes, the same as me. Her figure would make any man's cock hard and any woman burst with jealousy. She wore a white flowered dress; prettier than any of the dresses woman here owned.

The dreams didn't tell me much about her but I felt like the woman belonged to me and me alone; that she was mine. However the frustrating thing was she did not exist. No woman I've ever come across has even remotely looked like her nor did they have her gentle, warm blue eyes that held so many secrets.

I've had to pleasure myself this past month and it hasn't had the same effect it would have if I was fucking or pleasuring a woman. I know I could click my finger and a woman would be brought to me and taken to my chamber, if I desired her, but my body and cock seem to go on a lockdown whenever I think of her.

I have no idea what this means. The dreams started a month ago when I was in bed with a possible option for a wife, another one of my duties to uphold and was second on my list, or in my mind, last. I enjoyed the freedom of being a single man who was free to fuck who he pleases.

But now my father and mother are both gone and my Viking ancestors' royal blood-line needs to be upheld. I believe the people think my moodiness and cut-off aura is because I'm still mourning the loss of my parents and everything has suddenly hit me hard.

Yes I miss my parents but not to the extent the people think. I've always been like this; quiet and reserved, alert and ready, confident and laid back. My mask is what keeps the vermin at bay, but it only seems to interest them further in trying to gain my attention by thrusting their daughters my way.

The doors to the vast dining hall - where the important Vikings dine - bang open with a loud clang against the stone walls. My eyes flicker over to the intrusion with nothing but mild interest, though inside I am already alert and ready for attack if necessary.

Around a dozen guards enter in pairs except for the middle guards that seem to have a person in between them. The sound of feet dragging across the stone floor echoes throughout the deadly silenced hall. Just moments before there had been a joyful, content atmosphere, now the people are alert and ready for a fight; ready to protect what is theirs, if need be.

The guards stop right before my chair. I roll my eyes and glance down, examining my nails, in sheer boredom of their display.

"What is your business here that you felt the need to disrupt my evening?" I ask in Swedish, my tone clearly uninterested.

People nowadays could speak English and Norwegian just as well as their native tongue as it's wildly known the richer families that can afford a teacher to teach their babes the language that is becoming more commonly used. It's considered a useful tool to have and helpful for practical reasons, such as selling or buying land or what not when foreigners visit our lands to do business or if we go to their lands.

The front guard on the right steps forward and bows deeply, showing his respect. His eyes remain fixed on the large sword that I made myself and sits beside my chair before he meets my gaze. He has my full attention when I notice how serious his expression is.

"My Lord, we were on guard duty when an incident occurred."

I raise an eyebrow in mild interest to what he was saying.

"And?" I probe.

"This woman suddenly joined our presence. It was like she popped out of nowhere and was suddenly standing in front of us speaking in a strange English tongue, shouting insults when we went to question her with a swords ready for attack if need be."

He definitely had my complete attention now. Whilst maintaining my position I turn my head to look directly at him. My left hand now dangles in my lap, my left elbow remains on the arm of my throne. I stare at him seriously.

"People can't just magically appear out of nowhere you fools," I say, irritation clear in my tone.

The man defends his words by saying, "Majesty its true. She fell practically on top of another man and myself whilst we were patrolling the grounds. She's strange too, not like most of the woman here. We can show her to you sir."

I roll my eyes, leaning back against the backing of my chair and relax into my earlier position before waving a hand, indicating him to come forwards with the woman.

The man in charge of the men, who spoke to me, shouts instructions to his men and the two in the middle step forwards, whilst the two at the back raise their swords, pointing them at the woman whose head is bowed. Hell, she couldn't help it; she had two strong muscled hands pressed into the back of her neck, whilst her arms were being pinned back.

"Show her to me!" I demand, my eyes on the woman.

The guards grab her hair and yank her head back. My face must have shown the shock and surprise I immediately feel. I have to say I wasn't expecting this.

The woman's reaction shocks me to the core even more. Her pretty blue eyes widen in a state of complete shock.

"Eric?" she gasps.

My name echoes around the room, reverberating off the walls.

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