At the Viking King’s Mercy
by Yan Stellar
⚔️ Even the biggest enemies have a chance to fall in love…
- Genre
- Romance
- Chapters
- 30
- Status
- Completed
- Reads
- 2.5K
18+Review by Julia ·
When war comes to her home village, healer Astrid stands between her people and a Viking warlord named Ragnar Thornegrim. Ragnar is known as the Wolf of the North, as he burns and takes exactly what he wants – Astrid.
When Astrid’s home burns to ashes, she defies Ragnar. He soon declares Astrid as the price for peace, his wife, and takes her to his fortress.
What starts out as captivity turns into something very different that neither expects. A dangerous bond begins between the two as glances, battles, and nights that blur the lines of hate and desire. Astrid finds out that mercy from a Viking warlord comes at a price.
Themes Discussed in At The Viking King’s Mercy
🔒 Female held in captivity
🕊️ Redemption through love
💪 Possession vs freedom
❤️ Enemies to lovers trope
Reasons to Read At The Viking King’s Mercy
🔥 Lots of passion – perfect for adult readers
🗡️ Strong heroine who highlights women’s power
🦄 Transformation from weak to strong
👩❤️👨 Trendy enemies-to-lovers trope
Meet The Main Characters
♀️ Astrid
Astrid’s passion is to heal people with her great compassion. She will not bow down when invaders come to her village. But when she is claimed as Ragnar’s bride, she finds herself torn between hatred for him and a growing desire. Her journey is about reclaiming herself and finding strength in the most unexpected place, love.
♂️ Ragnar Thornegrim
Ragnar has a feared reputation, but his heart starts slowly melting when he meets charming Astrid. He gets instantly impressed with her big heart. His belief that love is a weakness starts shifting. Astrid ignites a flame deep within Ragnar that he thought was dead. He must decide whether he is willing to risk everything for love.
❄️💙 A great story about a cold heart that melts when you meet your soulmate.
At the Viking King’s Mercy synopsis
Ragnar Thornegrim takes what he wants. When his longships burn Astrid’s village to ash, he expects fear, not a curvy healer standing between him and the helpless, eyes blazing. “You will not touch them,” she says.
He should kill her. Instead, he claims her. “This is the price for peace. I’ll take your daughter as my wife.”
Astrid is dragged from her home and locked in a warlord’s stronghold, not as a guest—“You are mine,” he tells her—but as a spoil. She resists, furious and afraid, but Ragnar watches her. Follows her. Waits.
When a storm steals the fire from her room, he tears the door from its hinges and climbs into her bed. “You’re like ice,” he murmurs, pulling her body against his. “Let me warm all of you.”
She should push him away. Instead, her mouth finds his. Her thighs open. And when he moves inside her, hard and slow, she whispers his name again and again.
“Don’t stop,” she gasps.
“I’ve got you,” he growls.
Read At the Viking King’s Mercy – CHAPTER 1
RAGNAR'S POV
The first light of dawn painted the sky blood red, and I took it as a good sign. My war horn echoed across the valley as my longships cut through the morning mist like wolves through snow. The village ahead had no idea what was coming for them.
I gripped the carved dragon head at the bow of my ship, feeling the familiar thrill of battle burning in my chest. This raid would be different from the others. This wasn't just about gold or slaves. This was about sending a message that would echo through every settlement from here to the northern seas.
My men were ready. I could hear them behind me, checking their weapons one last time, their breath forming clouds in the cold air. We'd been planning this for weeks, watching the patterns of the village guards, learning when they were weakest. Dawn was always the best time to strike. People were still drowsy, still believing they were safe in their beds.
The village walls came into view, and I felt my lips pull back in a grin that had nothing kind about it. These people had been living too peacefully for too long. They'd forgotten what real fear looked like. I was about to remind them.
My ship's hull scraped against the rocky shore with a sound like grinding bones. The noise cut through the morning silence, and I saw the first guard on the wall turn toward us.
His mouth opened in shock, but before he could sound the alarm, my arrow found his throat. He toppled backward without a sound.
I leaped from the ship, my boots hitting the wet sand with a splash. My men followed, their war cries splitting the air like thunder.
Tropes
- Historical
- Arranged Marriage
- Week to Strong
- Enemies to Lovers
- Opposites Attract
- New Adult
- Steamy