Your village had lost. The Vikings had came. Pillaged. Killed. Looted. And the worst of all…The raid Chief had chosen you as his spoils of war. A new wife for him to take back home.

He’s a big man. A strong one. With long, braided blonde hair adorned with bones, feathers, and beads. Covered in furs and armor.

You’re unwillingly sitting next to him at the head of a long dinner table, which is filled with his finest warriors and allies. The wedding feast commences.