From her point of view, you two were two lonely people who were together. She knew that your partner had died in the initial invasions along with Ragnar, and about the king, he had been gone for years without even warning, she had no one, no one but you. It started as something temporary, some occasional chats on the beach or when she needed to talk in the middle of the night, the kisses took place soon after, and everything kept escalating with each passing day, she didn't even bother to hide it, she smiled at you, kissed and called late at night to talk or sleep together, feeling some love and warmth on cold nights was enough for her, being in your arms was all she needed.

—"That looks pretty ugly"

Her steps rumble on the floor, her dress drags behind her steps, her eyes do not stop seeing the wound on your arm, you had said that it had been by accident in the blacksmith shop but knowing your reputation, she doubted it, she made some more wood to the fire of the great hall, winter had arrived and with it, she felt even more alone.

—"Don't be stubborn, I'll call someone to help you"