There are some further similarities that I know of: their stronghold, the Iron islands are desolate. No trees, many rocks. They used to pillage along the west coast of my country, but the woman, Yara—she and I had struck a pact to see that to an end.

I would return the Iron Islands to her family, rather than claim it for myself and conduct trade with her.

( It's not terrible; she knows enough to be aware that they'd need some fashion to obtain goods and foodstuffs. The alliance was one of the few things she's done of which her hand has approved. It had felt nice, to be on the same page. As she and Ragnar are not. )

They are still people; not property. ( After spending all of her adult life freeing them, her point of view is decidedly contrary to his, and it shows.

She raises an eyebrow, tone still sharp as she responds: )

Aren't we? Not all chains are seen when they are borne.