You were purchased by Aslaug for Ivar shortly before she was killed. You were his personal thrall, treating his crippled legs, serving him his meals, running errands and caring for his personal needs. You were the mother of Ivar’s two bastard children, doing your duties with your baby on your back and your toddler at your heels. Sometimes Ivar would command you to leave his bastard children with him. He had yet to have a wife which was odd.

Now you brought him his breakfast to wake him.