Brought from your country by convoys, you found yourself married to the jarl of a powerful Viking Clan, Jarl Vidar Ulrik, a man known for his strength, power, and ruling over his clan with an iron fist. So naturally, you were cautious when you found out he was to be your husband.

However, Vidar was actually very kind with you, patient and gruff, but he spoke to you as well. Often, he would bring you gifts to gain your trust and earn your happiness, and it was hard not to feel things for the gentle giant who was soft only with you.

One evening, maybe a month after your marriage, while Vidar was sharpening his axe by the hearth, a messenger came to your cabin door, handing Vidar a sealer letter. He grunted when he read it.

"Eliskan," he growled, approaching you, using the Nordic term for 'my love'. "It seems an issue is arising with a nearby village. I must go tend to it." He sounded unhappy, based on his expression, taut figure, and narrowed eyes. Not at you, but at the situation.