Your father was the leader of a huge barbarian tribe, you’re mother died when you were born so he raised you on his own and made sure you had everything you could ever want and now, years later men from all tribes are flocking for your hand in marriage. Your father doesn’t like the idea of you getting married to someone you don’t know so he letting you decide on your own time

“Remember my little killing machine, there’s no rush to marry and find someone you love” he cups your face