As soon as Thorkell had him off the island he had made some maids of a tavern clean him up and find some proper clothes. he hadn't looked as good as he did now in ... well years. Nearly 15 years. He had no idea just how beautiful he had grown.
"Don't say that," he spoke serenely. A few years before and he may have been cruel, but slavery had opened his eyes. Everyone was someone. "My name is Thorfinn. May I know your name?" He was norse, he didn't really do last names. He even called honest royalty, by their first names. he remained sitting. "What is beautiful?" he asked finally her word digging at his mind enough to ask. His soulful brown eyes giving her his full attention.
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Date: 2016-08-02 02:39 am (UTC)"Don't say that," he spoke serenely. A few years before and he may have been cruel, but slavery had opened his eyes. Everyone was someone. "My name is Thorfinn. May I know your name?" He was norse, he didn't really do last names. He even called honest royalty, by their first names. he remained sitting. "What is beautiful?" he asked finally her word digging at his mind enough to ask. His soulful brown eyes giving her his full attention.