Ragnar fell silent. There were so many and each stung like a wound, and at her question their faces flashed in his mind all at once, Erik, Arne.. Gyda and Athelstan.
His throat tightened and his hands tightened on each other.
"Who is Lir?" He managed after a long silence. It was not like her, at least in his distant memory of her, to care for names.
She had never mentioned his name to Ragnar, she did not think she had.
Amalthea’s lip quivered as she frowned, instantly feeling pain and sorrow and it seeped into her form as if it were a sudden avalanche. But she hid it well, for she bowed her head and ran a hand through her lose mane of hair.
She remained silent for a long while before speaking with renowned confidence for his name deserved the merit, “A hero."
"He was a hero and then a king, and I know no more.”
Amalthea felt her throat tightened as she arched pressed lips into a sad smile.