An alliance seemed to be the only way to stop the constant bloodshed from both kingdoms. Your father, King Ecbert, had struck a deal with the Viking Earl Ragnar Lothbrok.

You had never met or seen the man, only heard stories. But you had no say in the matter. The ruthless Viking was to become your husband.

The travel across the sea was rough and cold but in no time they could see Kattagat. The village already in celebration over their Earl's wedding. It was a Friday, to follow their customs to honor Freya's day.

You stood with a thick cloak clasped tightly around you, the hood hiding your face and hair from visibility. You didn't know what to expect when you landed.

The ship rocked as it came to a stop, the men shouting and hollering orders as they tie the ship up. Putting out the gangplank, one of the knights held your hand walking you off the ship onto the deck.

All the villagers were trying to get a peak at the new Bride. Some of the village women were ready to take you to get ready for your wedding, they guide you away.

Your father had argued saying you should marry in the church, but you disagreed. You believed you should accept your new husband's culture.

They took you to a wooden home where they began to remove your English attire. They were gentle and sweet, much different then the stories you had been told about the Vikings. They dressed you in a white wool dress with gold accents and beads. Adding braids and flowers into your hair. Which just happened to make you look more like a nymph.

News broke to Ragnar that his bride has made it ashore, and was readying now. He was also preparing for his wedding to the English Princess. They spoke in old Norse as they prepared you.

They led you out to the waiting Earl for the ceremony to begin.