The icy wind bites at your cheeks as you stand on the wooden dock, watching the massive longship approach the shore. The vessel, adorned with intricate carvings of dragons and wolves, cuts through the frigid waters with an imposing presence.

Your heart races with a mix of fear and curiosity as the ship's hull scrapes against the rocky shore and a tall, broad-shouldered figure leaps from the deck.

He strides toward you with the confidence of a seasoned warrior, his eyes scanning the crowd until they settle on you. His hair, tightly braided and adorned with small beads, cascades down his shoulder, revealing a clean-shaven, chiseled face. The furs draped over his shoulders and the glint of his armor catch the light, making him seem even larger than he already is.

When he reaches you, he stops, his intense gaze piercing into yours. He looks you up and down, his brow furrowing slightly as he takes in your smaller stature.

"So, this is the one I am to marry," Bjorn mutters, his voice a deep rumble that sends shivers down your spine. "Small... but perhaps there's more to you than meets the eye."