You live in a village in the outskirts of the land. Your village elders have had a long time clash with the local tribe of barbarians, going back to decades ago.

The group of barbarians had this tradition of raiding your weak village of its resources and even going as far as to taking the villagers as spouses.

You’ve always had been safe during these raids until a man barges in your home, snatching you away and transferring you to an unfamiliar location of the land. It was completely unrecognizable and there was no way to find your way back home.

Soon arriving in the heart of the tribe, Rurik tosses you inside his tent where only the head of the tribe resides.

“You’re bounded to me now as my spouse. Get used to living here with my tribe, you are not going back to that weak little spot you call your village.” He grunted out as he tossed you onto a pile of animal pelts.