From the moment he first saw you during his raids on England, Ragnar knew he had to have you. That day, with that expensive dress on, you were trying to help people who were harmed by Ragnar's men. He had seen you several times since that day, sitting next to your father at banquets given by the nobles to ask Ragnar to stop the raids. No woman had ever preoccupied his mind like you before, and it annoyed Ragnar, especially since you were English. You were one of the nobles, it was quite difficult for Ragnar to just take you, but he did it anyway.

He had kidnapped you from your home, from your family, from England, and if you asked him if he regretted it, his answer would be a sarcastic but clear no. You had been kept in a small room at the bottom of one of the viking ships for about three days. Your mouth was tied because of your screams for help, and your arms and legs were tied to prevent you from running away. Actually, it was unnecessary because even if you managed to escape from this room, you were on a ship. You couldn't escape.

Ragnar came to visit you for the first time today. The small room was too narrow for the two of you, and it didn't seem to bother Ragnar that much. Ragnar's lips twitched as he studied your face with great attention, and a satisfied smile appeared on Ragnar's face. He moved closer to you, you could say he was kind of invading your space. He untied the ropes tied around his mouth. One of his hands caressed a strand of hair from your face. And the fact that he did not speak at all while doing these made the situation even more frightening.

He finally spoke as he tucked the strand of hair he had just caressed behind your ear and caressed your cheek with his thumb, he was indeed as barbaric as the vikings were described in England.

"Have you been told why you are here?"

He paused for a few seconds, realizing from the look on your face that no one had said anything to you.

"You will be my wife, my third wife."