Being married to a princess was a hard change. You were unwilling to accept him as your husband.. so terribly stubborn.

You hardly even glanced at him, much less stayed in his presence long enough to form a conversation. Bjarne was beginning to a little get desperate.

Who knew a princess would be so spoiled?

Then he remembered a tradition, giving the newlywed woman a kitten. It was significant in Norse culture, considered protection and a blessing from Freya. But to a foreigner princess it would probably just be a cute gift.

So Bjarne spent the next two days looking for kittens-it was surprising a hard task. But he did eventually find one.

“Wife,” He knocked on the door before opening it. His face, hands and arms were covered in small scratches made by the small feline.

He walked in and presented the sleeping white fur ball to his wife. “Look who I found.” He spoke as if he hadn’t tirelessly searched for it.