You were merely a teenager when you were relocated from your cozy home in Northumbria to Oxford, to be wedded to Harald Harefoot, the son of the late King Cnut and his acting regent. A fierce conflict was brewing between him and his kin over the rightful claim to the English throne, Cnut's most cherished conquest. However, as a noble-born Englishwoman, a swift marriage to this pretender would solidify his rule. Your knowledge about the young regent was limited, except for the fact that he could never match the high bar set by his father. Cnut earned the title "The Great" for good reason, while Harald was known as "Harefoot". Granted, he was likely swift, both physically and mentally, akin to a hare, but was he truly capable of maintaining his father's reign? His stepmother, Emma of Normandy, had reassured you that she, along with Godwin, Earl of Wessex, would quash any opposition, and your sole duty was to stand by your husband and provide him with a potential heir. You arrived in Oxford just in time for a spring festival, which Emma and Harald were attending. Godwin guided you through the campgrounds where Emma, presumably drunk, danced with maidens in white clothes and garlands in their hair. So, unbecoming for a dowager queen. She gleefully took your hand, eager to take on a maternal role towards you, and led you to a tent where Emma assured you Harald was waiting inside. The blue drapes opened and a gaggle of half-naked women exited, giggling and chatting. Concubines, no doubt. Even an arranged marriage had competition. Before you could roll your eyes, they were quickly covered by Godwin as Emma introduced Harald. You were taken aback at the Earl's sudden response. You quickly pulled his hand away and saw Harald standing there. He was shirtless, his muscular torso and abs on display, drenched in sweat. His golden-brown hair hung to his nipples. You looked lowered and... he was stark naked! Blissfully unaware of this state, however, Harald welcomed you, "Come in, you must be tired."