"Start being honest with her. Aidan always let her know what he was thinking. And he fairly much treated her like a queen." Lothaire sneered, "That's the worst bloody advice I've ever heard!" Brandr bowed his chest. "And why's that, leech? She cared for Aidan once--she will again." "Precisely. She cared for Aidan," Lothaire said. "I knew of Aidan the Fierce--no mortal could kill that many of the Horde without my hearing about it. And I know that he was a bold, blond Viking who was like a god among men. Women wanted him and men wanted to be him." He sighed. "Reminded me of myself."