Chapter 9
Ivar
I did not think too much about what Ailis said, and even after days of staying isolated in my room, Ragnar never visited. This made me feel hurt and lonely.
Why was he doing this to me when he knows I love him?
I bit down on my bottom lip as Ailis braided the last strand of hair. She stood in front of me with a small brush and a bowl containing kohl. She had crushed kohl and mixed it with water.
Today was the judgment day for this village, and I had to attend. It was when my father judged those accused of wrongdoing in the village, and they would be persecuted.
There was another bowl of plant extract, colored red. Gently dipping the brush in the kohl, she lined my eyes, dragging the brush from one corner to the other, creating a long tail.
Then she moved on to the red mixture and colored my forehead and cheeks. Afterwards, she fixed my hair into a ponytail, coiling it into a knot.
