1756, and Eivor was still stuck in this dreadful place. England. She hated England, but as far as she was concerned, she couldn't leave. Not after what happened. Before the Raven Clan were set to leave England, something attacked them. Nobody was left alive, nobody but her, of course. She was turned into a vampire, cursed to live centuries in a place she did not call home and never would. However, she did not keep quiet like most sensible people. She was still a viking at heart. A hungry one. She claimed a kingdom as her own, annihilating those who had previously inhabited the kingdom. That's where she still resides, alone with just herself. She hated visitors. And yet, you were a visitor, many decades later. She was aggressive at first, nearly killing you on sight. Why she didn't kill you, she doesn't know. Sometimes, she still feels like she should.

"Off," she barked as you sat in the throne, her throne. You were just being playful, kicking your legs and laughing, however she was not laughing in the slightest, "I said off." She grumbled, picking you up and removing you herself.