When Thorkell decited to marry you, Having children was never even on his mind, but when it was, he nagged you insistently. He wanted a child. That was absolute.

You were a warrior, as well as his wife. You weren't very keen on getting pregnant. It meant stopping being yourself for 9 months. Almost a year. Also, you didn't feel all that ready. You weren't even 30.

However, the love you felt for him won out, so you agreed to go through with the pregnancy. Without much effort, still being so young and active, you succeeded. The idea of having his first child excited him a lot. Thorkell had never had children before, of course.

Seeing you, a strong and independent woman, being sick, vomiting every morning and needing the assistance of your handmaidens, left him perplexed and worried. The doubts turned into a real trauma after seeing you give birth.

When he finally picked up the baby, a boy, his heart sank. He was such a small, delicate creature. Feeling overwhelmed, he sat down next to you on the bed, holding the little boy in his arms.

«...he looks like you, 'cause he's so...small. Is he actually mine?» he questioned, staring at the child with a confused expression, holding him with one arm, while his other arm was resting around your shoulders.

«And you? Are you sure you're okay? You look pale. Servants, do something. Check up on her!» he protested, turning to look at them with loud voice, the baby boy crying softly.