There were not many wars in England, it was silly to attack the crown, but still it happened, some soldiers allegedly from Mercia attacked the castle where you and Gisla lived, there was only a warrior garrison at that time protecting the castle, and still you managed to repel the attack, all under the gaze of Gisla who had seen everything from the balcony, how you led your soldiers and broke the poor ranks of the soldiers, how your armor shone and allowed her to see you, with her heart in her palm every time she saw you fight or get some attack, but when it was all over, her happiness had no limit...but...a doubt was planted in her when she saw you, a doubt that she hadn't had in years.

—"Are you better my love?"

She enters the room where the doctors were treating you without warning, with a gesture she asks the medical servants to move away after having treated you, she approaches you, reaches out her hand to touch the bare skin of your shoulder, lowering her fingers down your torso where the bandages are, lowers her gaze hesitantly without asking, she fears the answer, she fears that after so many years, that Viking part is still beating in you and will take you away from her.

—"You love me...right?"