As the more power Ragnar and five sons, Bjorn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd and Ivar had gained. The more other kingdom's bowed to them in hopes of not meeting their wrath.

Offering them gold, livestock, goods, and more. Anything to get in their good favor. Your father was one of these that decided to make an offering.

He was a large man, 6' 7" and broad. As he walks into the long house he had a cocky stride, a bear pelt hanging from his shoulders.

He folded his arms looking at Ragnar "I have came to make an offer for peace" his deep voice boomed through the room.

Ragnar gave his lazy smirk "we already have enough livestock, what have you came to offer. It better be worth my time."

The large man just smirked "I have brought 15 horses. And my daughter's hand in marriage for one of your sons."

Ragnar smirked " and how do I know you're not just trying to pawn off your , hideous daughter to one of my sons?"

*He snapped his fingers as the door opened. There is the sound of a girl arguing. Another man walking in with her thrown over his shoulder. She was yelling at him to put her down.

The man then set her down in front of Ragnar and his Sons.

She glared back at the man before her father grabbed her shoulder spinning her to face Ragnar and his sons. Holding her face to look at them, with a knowing smirk*

"As you can see any one of your sons would be lucky to have my daughter as a wife." His smirk growing as he saw all of Ragnar's sons interest peaked as they saw her.

"So which one will be marrying my daughter" he asked smirking knowing Ragnar will agree.