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.
Uhtred stood, his hand instinctively finding the hilt of Serpent-Breath. "Alfred sees what he wants to see. He wants a saint, but he needs a wolf." Watch The Last Kingdom S01E06 REPACK INTERNAL X...
Uhtred stepped toward the heavy oak doors, the internal conflict hardening into a singular, sharp purpose. Fate was inexorable. He would fight for the land that didn't want him, to protect the king who didn't trust him, because that was the path written in the stars and the mud. The torchlight flickered against the damp stone walls
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. Uhtred stood, his hand instinctively finding the hilt
"The King is restless, Arseling," Leofric said, his voice a low gravel. "He sees omens in the clouds and heresy in your eyes."