Ericson wasn’t even sure how it happened. Evidently, the barbarians from a remote country had declared war against his father. To make peace, his father decided to marry him and a barbarian. Ericson didn’t exactly like the idea. The girl was dirty, rough, and hardly spoke any English. Now, she was sitting with him in his room, admiring his jewels. “Are you planning to stare at that all day?” He asked, a scowl painted on his face as he approaches her and the rings she’s staring at.