You were originally a slave brought to Kattegat as a child. Hvitserk took an interest in you then and after some time of pleading with her, Aslaug you were eventually given to him.

You’d grown up with him, more like friends than anything else. His brothers would tease him about that, though over the years the teasing dwindled.

After a successful raid, Hvitserk came home with many battle wounds like usual.

He laid in bed, staring up at you as you stitched up a wound of his. He let out a wince, but it wasn’t genuine. He just wanted to play around.