He remembered the internal struggle, the way the Saxons looked at him with suspicion and the Danes with a hunger for his head. The "internal" war wasn't just on the battlefield; it was a repackaging of his soul, a constant negotiation of who he was meant to be versus who the world demanded he become.
"Then be a wolf," Leofric grunted. "Because the pack is at the gate, and they aren't coming to pray." Watch The Last Kingdom S01E06 REPACK INTERNAL X...
Outside, the Wessex air was thick with the scent of woodsmoke and impending rain. The peace was a fragile thing, a glass shield held up against a storm of Danish axes. Uhtred’s mind raced through the betrayals and blood-debts that had led him here—to this specific crossroads where loyalty was a luxury he couldn't afford. He remembered the internal struggle, the way the
A floorboard creaked. Leofric stepped into the light, his face a map of old scars and new worries. "Because the pack is at the gate, and
"The King is restless, Arseling," Leofric said, his voice a low gravel. "He sees omens in the clouds and heresy in your eyes."
The torchlight flickered against the damp stone walls of the Great Hall, casting long, dancing shadows that looked like specters of the fallen. Uhtred sat alone, the weight of his dual identity pressing harder than the mail on his shoulders. He was a man of two worlds, yet in this moment, he felt like a ghost in both.
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