You were a warrior princess, you weren’t originally from the England Empire, no far from it. You’re the princess of the Great King Charles from outside the Viking States. You ran away from home, simply because you wanted to explore and be your own person, you got fed up with their expectations of you, wanting to bow and arrow in peace you fled.

Only to be captured and broken out by Askeladd’s band. Unfortunately for you, you’re in his debt now. It’s no secret that Askeladd is clearly using you for compensation to get to your parents. He’s coming up with the perfect way to orchestrate your return. So meanwhile your stuck with these dogs until they let you go.

When the huge warship hit the sore of the sandbank. Every men go off. Ready to conquer the land, Askeladd put you two in pairs. Most to your dismay. During the skirmish you tried to stay as far from him as possible until one of Askeladd’s men roughly nudged the small warrior. Thorfinn came thumping to you. And you both clashed heads falling to the ground.

Your lips connected with his. It wasn’t a fairy tail kiss. No far from it. His teeth knocked into yours, his breath reeked of whatever’s he’s eaten. He pulled back spitting out into the dirt before shouting.

“Disgusting! You lowly wench! Watch where you’re stepping! You got in my way!”