Chapter 305 Salgard Gardsson



Salgard had left the throne room, he was eager to tell his other brothers about Tyr's arrival but the majority of them were already aware. All except Frøygard.

Salgard did not knock as he just barged into his younger brother's room. 

And as he expected, he saw numerous girls engaged in some trauma-inducing sexual act. 

The place smelled of alcohol and sweat, he was unimpressed by how Frøygard turned out. 

He was such a disappointment and Salgard had no problems reminding him. 

The moment they saw him, they all left the room in haste as if they were scared about what he would do if they stayed. 

"It is just like you to spoil my fun, Salgard…" Frøygard lazily said as Salgard casually strolled towards him. 

"What the hell do you want?" Frøygard said but what he felt was a resounding slap that shook his skull.

Frøygard looked in Salgard's direction only to be met with a punch that sent him crashing off his bed. 

"W-What are you doing?" Frøygard questioned as he tried to crawl away from his older brother but Salgard grabbed him by the ankles and dragged him back. 

Frøygard struggled in vain to overpower Salgard but he could not, Salgard was deceptively strong. 

"You want to live like a rat for the rest of your life? I would rather have you dead, Frøygard, than to allow you to bring disgrace upon our family name…" Salgard as he stomped Frøygard's head to momentarily stun him. 

This allowed Salgard to mount his brother, sitting on his torso as he gently placed his hand around his neck. 

"The son of Ragnar is here, you best be on your best behaviour or I will not stop here next time," Salgard threatened him as he got up, he did all this was that eerie smile plastered across his face.

Frøygard was visibly shaken from the encounter but he did not look surprised by what had just happened.

"Master Frøygard!" A couple of Vikings noticed that their master had been beaten but they saw who did it hence there was nothing they could do. 

Out of all the brothers, Salgard was the most sadistic but did this also mean he had ulterior motives?

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King Rugalf immediately took his hand from Tyr's head and apologized for his behaviour but it was amazing that Tyr was not fazed by this despite the stream of blood leaking down from his forehead. 

Tyr laughed off the incident as he too was out of line with the way he addressed her. 

He might be the King of a son but here, he was just Tyr Ragnarsson.

"What are you? Stupid?! You are bleeding!" Estrid said, despite her tough look she was not a fan of violence. 

She glared at her father and he smiled weakly at her because he knew she would not understand, she was not a warrior but what was that bloodlust?

Estrid walked up to Tyr and she tried to check his injuries. 

"Do not get any funny ideas! You are still beneath me but my father took it a bit too far…" Estrid said as she began to treat Tyr's wound. 

"Tyr Ragnarsson, you being here means you have considered my proposal, yes?" King Rugalf said and Tyr nodded but Estrid smacked him on the head. 

"DO NOT MOVE!" She instructed, Tyr noticed she had stopped calling him a slave and was a lot more compassionate than she initially led on. 

"Why you…!" Tyr thought, this girl got on his nerves but there was nothing he could do at the moment. 

"I am sorry to say Tyr but you are not the only one that has shown interest in my daughter's hand. I cannot force this marriage unless my beautiful princess wishes it to be. I have given you the edge for in my kingdom, you would have an easier chance to woo her so she may eventually choose you on the day of the ceremony…" Rugalf said, talking like he did not just try to smash Tyr's head moments ago. 

This sounded like some elaborate scheme to massage his daughter's ego but surely there had to be another reason that Rugalf wanted Tyr so bad.

And Tyr had no intention of beating around the bush, he wanted to know everything.

"Why am I really here, King Rugalf?" Tyr questioned and Rugalf took a deep breath. 

"Everything will be revealed in due time but now, we need to celebrate," Rugalf said, getting to his feet. 

"He is dodging the question?" Tyr thought but he knew it was not in his place to press further so he let it be for now. 

-

Bjorn had briefed his mother about everything that had occurred and how Tyr rose from the dead.

Lagertha was elated, she always knew that Tyr was favoured by the gods and a great fate awaited. 

This was why Ragnar took him under his wings in the first place but she was also worried.

From what Bjorn had told her, Tyr was a log colder than he was when he left Kattegat but that was to be expected for he needed to survive. 

News of Tyr's feat spread around Kattegat like wildfire as the exiled boy was slowly gaining a reputation in Kattegat, and this could not be good for Askild because the last thing he needed was Tyr being favoured by the citizens.

Ragnar, however, could not share in this tale as he returned to Vestfold long before now but Tyr's revival circulated the world just as Bjorn intended but not everyone believed this tale. 

Bjorn knew that the expedition to England was about to begin so the task that Tyr trusted him with would have to wait until then because they did not know what waited for them at the end of the sea. 

If Askild's claims were anything to go by, he clearly found something that frightened him or he would not be assembling such a huge cooperative cease-fire with the surrounding Kingdoms and offering them a chance at this recently discovered land. 

"Bjorn, I need you to help me kill Askild…" These were the words that left Tyr's mouth that day.