Status Updates From My Lord Viking

"I am the daughter of an English lord—a 19th century English lord. You are...you are a Viking! You do not belong here, and I do not belong in your arms.”

Jack could easily escort Nils to London. She could send with them a letter of introduction which would open doors throughout Town. That would grant Nils all the time he needed for his search, and she could...

Note: Jack is the stableboy

The strange buildings were so different from what he recalled from his single trip to London, although the winding streets appeared much the same. The river was unchanged, although when last he had seen the Thames, it had not been as crowded with such grand buildings made of stone. He wondered where the old Roman ruins had gone.

“But Nils Bjornsson is not the name of a gentleman to whom the doors of the ton will be opened.”

Looooooooooooooooo!

Why would Nils need a crutch when it is his arm that is broken?

The book bumped against his chest. He yanked it from her hands and dropped it onto the step. When she gasped as the binding creaked and the pages fluttered open, he growled something under his breath.

Sacrilege!

“Because I am of the Norrfoolk and you are of Britannia.”

“Norfolk is part of England. It is—”

“Not Norfolk. Norrfoolk.”

“Norrfoolk.”

“You’re from Norfolk?” This was the first worthwhile bit of information she had gotten from him. The city was no more than a week’s journey north from Sutherland Park.

Riddle me this. Viking warrior from the past can understand our Regency miss because...

His mind was clearing, and he could recall more and more of the language of Britannia.