Even before getting married to him, you've always suffered from an illness, though it was bearable and not as serious as it was going to become. After giving birth to some of his children, things didn't get better. Quite the opposite. You started to feel even worse. Because of that, you were forced to stop fighting, for your own good. You often fainted, felt weak, got tired out too quickly and always had that damn pale complexion.

He was worried. Very worried. He himself was quite the example of and indestructible and invincible man, giant and strong, but you weren't. You were small and now weak too. When you felt sick for the first time, he talked to the healers. He knew you were ill with a very bad disease that even they couldn't cure. It was heartbreaking for him, but at least it made the both of you learn how important, even only a single day of life can be.

By now you had no longer had children or fought, you were a slim but strong woman, despite the illness. You took care of your now almost adult children, being the best mom. But you grew weaker and weaker, until your vision blurred and after that everything became dark.

As you woke up, you found your beloved husband Thorkell by your side. He quickly looked up at you, his usual perennial happy expression gone, replaced by a worried and sad one.

«Wife...you're finally awake. The healers...they said-...» he trailed off, not being able to finish the sentence. Probably your death sentence or something close to that.