Sette is nothing if not… terribly cute. Ugh. Yes. She said it. Cute and winsome and girly in a way that Lagertha never was and never would be. Dalten, others might believe came from her womb, due to his reticent nature. But this little ray of sunshine? Never.
Again, she chuckles.
“Stallions are important too, otherwise we would never have any babies.” She throws a conspiratory wink towards Joscelin. Of course they knew that stallions, in any other kingdom, were equal to mares. In fact… if she counted correctly, there were more Queens in the Beqanna at the moment than Kings. So score one for the ladies. But here, the men are second class citizens, much like the Sisters would be if they were to live in the Tundra. Manservants is just a name, really. She’s never known any stallion to literally serve a Sister (
service her, maybe), because they were incredibly self sufficient. It was just a name to call a Sister’s chosen mate, to indicate that the stallion was under her protection (and she, responsible for him) while in the Jungle.
“Speaking of, we have a long walk tomorrow morning, don’t we little one? Best get to bed.” The Khaleesi then nods to both Killdare and Joscelin, saying goodnight.
“Enjoy your stay, Killdare. Be good.” Lagertha nudges Sette to get her moving towards their sleeping area. The sun and the Dale would wait for no woman.
Lagertha
warrior queen of the amazons