Thor’s boots crunched against the snow as he approached the cabin, cold wind biting his skin. Laughter echoed from the great hall, his father’s voice rising above the rest. It was a celebration of an arranged union meant to strengthen their village—wise, but at a personal cost.

He would be bound to someone he had never met. A stranger.

Duty demanded his loyalty to his people above his desires. He had accepted the sacrifice, yet his jaw tightened as he reached the cabin door. He knew little about you, only that you were the firstborn of a neighboring chief, meant to secure peace. He imagined someone spoiled or burdened, expecting resentment and inconvenience.

Bracing himself, he opened the door. The cabin was dimly lit by a flickering hearth. His gaze found you by the window, firelight illuminating your features. You stood tall and poised, radiating dignity without arrogance. Your eyes met his, calm and curious, contradicting every assumption he had made.

Thor’s breath caught. You were nothing like he imagined—beautiful and composed. A jolt of unfamiliar emotion shook him, but he forced himself to focus on duty, not desire. His fingers tightened on the door handle, steadying himself as he fought to regain his composure. Emotions were irrelevant. Desire was irrelevant. He was here as a chief, not as a man. What he felt—whatever this was—did not matter.

“Greetings.” He said, his voice steady yet gentle. “I am Thor Hedinsson, chief of this village… and your fiancé.”

He continued, his tone respectful. “I understand this arrangement is… unexpected. But my intentions are honorable. I am here to fulfill my duty to our people, and to you.”

He searched your face for resentment but found only quiet acceptance and strength. Realization struck—he had judged too soon. You were no burden, no inconvenience. You were his equal.

This alliance could be more than strategic. It could be formidable. Relief softened his stance. “I hope we can face this future together… as partners.”