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her personal idol, the great leader known as Sigrid the Haughty), situated in Birka, Sweden. She’d also honored that clan by paying tributes in the form of gold coins to orphanages and shelters for abused women.
    As much as Astrid had planned and conducted this journey, she had not taken the trip alone; instead choosing to share it with the men of her heart.
    Magnus the warrior, generally the keeper and captain of Astrid’s Dream, joined his brother and co-captain Eirik in inviting their queen to personally accompany them on their latest journey to the farthest reaches of Europe. And although it stood as their greatest honor to share their journey with their ruler and goddess, it stood as their greatest pleasure to share their beds with her every night below deck.
    Although the brothers always had loved and worshipped Astrid the Good, whose name literally translated to ‘godlike beauty,’ it only had been a year since the queen’s longtime friends—whose previous shared physical activities included foot races and arm wrestling matches that she nearly always won—had become her passionate lovers as well. 
    “Aye, as much as I do enjoy the foot races,” she mused now, face erupting in her signature beam, “I daresay the passionate, very vigorous lovemaking sessions I share with these gentlemen are even more enjoyable, require more energy, and are infinitely more pleasurable—and, I daresay, they do much to build up our muscled physiques!”
    A tall, sturdy woman with a muscled physique and rugged features, Astrid was not widely considered a traditional beauty. Yet her dual lovers praised her radiance and elegance to high heavens, while never neglecting to mention her strength and wisdom. They loved and worshipped her endlessly; and she adored and cared for them in kind return.
    Although she well understood that the original offer of their bodies and sex had been motivated mainly by a desire to fulfill her long neglected needs for romance and sensuality, she couldn’t help but note the love and passion that she saw in their eyes and felt in their touch whenever she loved them. And she had felt intense flattery a few moons past, when the bachelor brothers both abandoned their search for young, biddable brides; preferring a slightly older and just as biddable—though in a strong, stalwart and eternally noble manner—matriarch.
    She always had believed that these sublime northern gentlemen—individuals who excelled as guardsmen, warriors, traders and councilmen—would make grand kings. Now she wondered if they would consent at any time to become her kings; to stand alongside her as adjacent rulers over the clad of Sigrid, to share her duties and responsibilities, and—of course—to continue to take their turns in her bed every eve.
    “We mustn’t forget that part,” she mused with a smile, turning now to greet the men who shared her boat, her mission and her life.
    Her heart always skipped a beat at the vision of Magnus, the captain of her guard, who boasted a silken mane of reddish gold hair that shone like pure fire in the light of the sun above them. His wide, intense eyes shone blackest ebony in this same ethereal light.
    Supplying a glorious and illuminating contrast to his older brother, Eirik boasted a luxurious fall of soft gold hair that seemed kissed by the sun itself; a long, silken mane that added further radiance to his sparkling, emerald green eyes.
    Both gentlemen stood proud and tall with their towering, statuesque forms, with many a maiden pausing to admire their pure bronzed skin, carved features, long, flowing hair and defined muscularity. And both shone resplendent in their glowing suit of noble and shining battle armor, with golden helmets atop their heads and tight, glimmering chain mail shirts that both restrained and adorned their bulging muscular chests. Both carried bright and exquisitely detailed scarlet hued shields that bore illustrations of elegant, thick-feathered swans: the