The Wessex Soldier

The salty spray of the ocean kissed your face as you stood upon the walls of Wessex. Below, the town buzzed with nervous energy, the air thick with the scent of anticipation and fear.
You, Lynn, leader of the Wessex army, scanned the horizon. Just minutes ago, the distant sight of longships had sent a jolt of dread and a strange flicker of longing through you. Viking ships. Ragnar's sons, seeking revenge.
You clenched your sword, the familiar weight a comfort. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a drumbeat against the impending storm. This was it. The moment you had trained for, the moment your dual bloodlines collided. Would the sons of Ragnar recognize you? Would they spare you, as their father had commanded, or would you be just another enemy soldier in their eyes?
