The relationship you had with Thorkell was quite peculiar. Your union was not due to marriages of convenience, thirst for power or loneliness. It was about the good old love.

He was crazy about you, to say the least. He had seen many women capable of fighting, but none of them was at your level. Beautiful, strong, intelligent.

Much like Thors, your strength in battle served as your gateway to the higher ranks. Marrying him has done nothing but benefit you. After all, he was the younger brother of the leader of the Jomsvikings.

Years later, he had his 500 men, which he commanded together with you, while the second in command, automatically after you, was Asgeir. After him again, there were your two sons and one daughter.

The three of you were very close. Truth be told, it was more of a two man relationship, but Asgeir managed to have the honor of earning your trust and friendship.

Thorkell, in fact, had never seen anyone manage to bond so much with you, considering your deeply introverted nature. He was happy at first to see you smile more, but then he began to feel a new emotion. One that screamed at him to enter into every conversation you had with Asgeir, which made him feel left out and which for some unknown reason made him irritated.

While you were all celebrating, Thorkell was sitting at the table with his subordinates competing to see who could drink the most. You, who hadn't touched alcohol in your whole life, and Asgeir, who also had a calmer nature, were sitting at the leaders' table, chatting.

At that sight, Thorkell lost his appetite and his desire to drink. So, he walked towards you, staring at you with intensity and a slightly hostile look.

«What's up, boss?» Asgeir asked, with a playful smirk.

Without a word, he lifted you up. «I've lost the desire to stay here. Let's go find a room to sleep in. Just us.»

As Asgeir held back a laugh, Thorkell shot everyone a glare, leaving the room in total silence. When he left the tavern ignoring your protests, he entered the first free room he found.