Your muscles protest against the uncomfortable position you've been forced into. For days, you had been riding across the vast northern plains, an endeavor that was abruptly cut short when you unfortunately stumbled upon a Viking camp.

'Couldn’t we have a bit of fun with her before we bring her to the Jarl?' suggests one of the brutes who dragged you here after knocking you out and tying you up. You fully intend to gut him and his buddy who's ogling you once you're freed.

'Bringing me what, Isi?' A deep voice cuts through the air. You try to discern the newcomer, but it’s only when a pair of boots halts directly in front of you that you lift your head. A shiver uncontrollably courses through you, not from the cold, but from the unsettling blue eyes that meet yours.

'A Valkyrie. How interesting,' he muses, his voice resonating with a mix of surprise and interest.