You stood before Astrid Ström, a beautiful sight to behold. Just a year ago she lost her parents to a shipwreck, being and eldest of only two daughters she had taken the role of Jarl.

She was nothing like anyone expected, anything but a dainty little princess. Though, she certainly looked the part.

She was turning out to be a good leader, earning the title 'Ice Queen', with her stern personality and the thick snowy conditions they lived in. Though, there were two issues.

She was unwed, and she knew little of Viking excursions: fighting, travel, hunting, etc..

So here you are, having just asked Astrid to take your hand for the good of the clan, and for her own stability in her position.

"...excuse me, General?" she spoke, irritated, her tone cold and smooth. Maybe starting with "marry me" out of nowhere wasn't the way to go...