Free Nordic Fairies (Novella Series, #1) by Saga Berg Page A

heir who falls in love with the wrong girl. Just your standard love story. Suffice it to say it wasn’t the plot that made teenage girls go into a frenzy every time someone mentioned the movie.
    The seventeen-year-old wonder boy, with his intense blue eyes and contrasting dark hair, appeared out of nowhere. After a small but significant role in a prime-time TV show, his popularity had sky-rocketed overnight. Svala couldn’t go anywhere without running into his smiling face on the front page of a magazine or up on a billboard. Now he sat only a few feet away, behind a herd of girls who had come for the sole purpose of meeting him. In that respect, Svala was no exception.
    “ God, look at him.” Sarah gaped. “I didn’t think it possible to be that gorgeous.”
    Svala looked at Viggo in silence. Her heart pounded. Viggo searched the room again and most of the girls stretched and tried to catch his attention. He looked back down, a line crossing his forehead. Svala’s heart continued to race, a growing feeling of nausea intensified. Maybe not knowing was better after all.
    “ I honestly thought they’d tampered with his pictures. I didn’t think his eyes were actually that blue. Like, where did he come from?” Jen said.
    “ I’ve read he’s Swedish,” Megan said.
    “ He’s said that?” Svala blurted.
    “ Yeah, in an interview ... In Cosmo, I think.” Megan frowned. “Why? Shouldn’t he have? You have something against Swedes?”
    Svala smirked. “No.” What in God’s name was he up to? “I just didn’t know that.”
    “ Your family is Swedish too, aren’t they?” Sarah asked.
    “ Yeah, way back though,” Svala lied. “They immigrated here, like, in the 19th century.”
    “ Maybe you’re related then.” Megan grinned. “Like a hundred years back in time or so.”
    “ Yeah.” Svala looked away. “Maybe.”
    A hundred years back in time equaled an eternity for her friends. She smiled to herself and glanced at Viggo. The temptation to tell mortals the truth never arose, but she sometimes wondered how they would react if she did.
     
     
     

Chapter 2
     
    Svala had been fourteen years of age when Trym, her mentor, came to her the first time in the 10th century. She sat by the surf in the Swedish village of Birka, crying. Her father had left for another long trip out at sea, but not before he forbade her to meet that boy ever again. That boy who was only one year older and perfect for her.
    “ You cry because you are honest.”
    Trym’s voice had been unexpected, his words even more so. Svala wiped her face with the back of her hand. A stranger stood on a rock a few feet away. She eased back and pursed her lips together, not sure of his intentions.
    “ Your father would never know if you met the boy while he’s gone, and yet you cry because you know you won’t disobey.”
    His strange insight into her life made her tears subside. She opened her mouth to speak but not a sound came out. Instead, she stared at him. He was tall, wearing the traditional brown Viking attire but with a long silvery cloak over his shoulders. It was out of place, almost regal.
    “ I’ve been looking for you, Svala.”
    “ How do you know my name?”
    In retrospect this was the least questionable thing in the whole scenario.
    He took a moment to squint at the sun before he knelt beside her. When he studied her the light reflected off the water and onto his face. His skin was smooth and perfect; his blond hair fell like silk over his blue eyes.
    “ Do you want to be with this boy for eternity?”
    She frowned.
    “ Do you love this boy?” He rephrased.
    She nodded.
    “ You’re only fourteen. How do you know this?”
    She looked at her hands and thought about it. How could you put words to something which could not be described?
    “ I don’t know. I just feel it.”
    Trym smiled, like her answer pleased him. “I have an offer for you, Svala. I think you’ll like it.”
    She never hesitated nor did she ever