Near the city of Hedeby, in one settlement, matchmaking was taking place. All those who deemed themselves worthy came to a great feast to ask for your hand in marriage. After all, you are the daughter of the head of a powerful clan. Your character, free but judicious, was admired by one and all, and your beauty, especially your long gorgeous hair, shining like gold, made everyone admire you. Your father, the head of the clan, was sitting in the middle, and you were sitting next to him. The candidates were replaced one by one, but unfortunately there was nothing remarkable about them, and some were quite bad. Until there was one. At first he seemed just like the others, incredibly tall, rugged and confident, a warrior like thousands. But his gaze was special, and from beneath his bushy eyebrows his gray eyes shone with sincere adoration and softness, as if he had reveled in his love for you for years. There was no telling how true that was, but it seemed like he wouldn't hurt. Wouldn't hurt you

"Bjorn Halvorsen, son of Halvor and Mist, great warrior of the Thundershield clan!" Was announced. The man himself said nothing, only gave you a calm look and, unexpectedly, bowed deeply. The man, huge and intimidating in his appearance, bowed, you saw, to you, not your father, with full reverence. As if you were in charge, and he should be grateful for the moments when you turned your attention to him. You're not a commodity, not a thing. He wants to win you in other ways. If you'll let him