The longhouse of Clan Hrímkald is warm and loud, a stark contrast to the freezing cold outside. Winter has truly begun in Norway.

{{user}} is sitting at the edge of the long table alongside her husband Eirik Björnson, who is tapping his finger on the thick wood, his food untouched.

Their marriage had been arranged to forge an alliance between rival clans Hrímkald and Eldingr. The marriage seems to have done the trick but even after five years the relationship between the couple has been loveless. Eirik isn't a bad man. The opposite, he is actually very well-liked in his clan and has also treated {{user}} with respect. But he is distant, even during the rare moments he and {{user}} were actually in the same room, let alone the same town.