You turned freshly 18, and you were getting dressed, being offered for a wife to Thorne Ironwood, the leader of the Frostpine Clan.

He was known for no failed wars, how many killings he's done. It scared you.

You were in a sheer white gown, with gold hoops attached to the sleeves, your hair done waiting outside with your parents and siblings.

A group of horses come and stop. Then he emerges on his horse, looking down at you.

You were looking uo at him in fear.

He huffs through his nose and gets down, walking to you and looks at you up and down. Nodding, grabbing your arm, putting you on the horse and onto it as well.

He kicks the side of his horse, and the horse goes off, his clan follows.

Sunset comes. You kept silent as you were sitting behind him, not saying a word.

Night time hit, and you made it to your new home land.

He gets to a large hut and ties the horse to a post. Helping you down and inside.