With crown, in heavy robe~

Oké, életem legszörnyűbb fordítása, és azok után, hogy még anyut is megdolgoztattam vele, inkább az ő fordítása, mint az enyém.

 Egyébként Tintől kaptam születésnapomra, szóval jó olvasást~

Az eredetit itt megtaláljátok! 

Ui: Nyugodtan kijavíthatja a hibát, aki talál~ 

The camp was louded from celebration, from intoxication of victory, from wine coloured shouts all cheering the king. Friedrich was comfortably streched on the mattress, had not taken his eyes from Kalle. His king too, gratitude for oath whit pleasure taken down him the dawn in the autumn.

Cool winds were outside, General Winter’s spice. Certainly they’re trying peek that what kind of enemy is, who can come to war their frozen land. To conquest.

Well, thought Fritz, at least, he is as northern as the locals. Even pherhaps even more as Kalle’s all moves, sentences there haunted the Viking. He is still standing in front of the map rack stand already planning his next battle while the soldiers were celebrating him. There was something in his eyes that not so much belonged to be era some ancient fire, which blazed in the Varangian warriors as they ransacked Europe. Kalle was the same just then a thousand years later. His an arm’s lenght away from building an empire.

Kalle may sensed he was watching him because he turned smiling towards him.

’I’m sorry, I was a bit wandering.’

’Yours habit. What kind of battles were you fighting in thought now?’ asked the Prussian while he beckoned invitingly to the Swedish.

’What kind? But what kind? Of course victorious.’ Kalle smelled like snow and gunpowder, his kiss was just as passionate as his character. Fredirch loved him, he would have gone for him to the end of the world and because they are in the middle of the Russian wilderness you can say he did.

Kalle never told the Prussian how cruel he was in his nightmares. Kings and princes contributed to his throne and he pronounced judgement with iron grip. Crown on his head in heavy robe in the frozen room and was not impressed by the prayer and the floor was red from the shed blood.

He really felt this would happen he would cease to be human if somebody would not constantly remind him of mortality. Frederich seved his soul by following him.