The entire clan must participate in the Blót ceremony, regardless of rank, to honor their chief once he has chosen the woman who will officially share his bed and bear his descendants. The völva, or seeress priestess, consults the oracles the night before. On the day of the ceremony, she conveys the gods' response to the Jarl or the King himself, usually accepting and blessing the union.

Tonight, it is the King's völva who performs this sacred ritual. You observe as her aged fingers move around the vessel filled with fresh blood, murmuring barely audible incantations until abruptly falling silent. She lifts her head, yet her sightless gaze does not land on the gorgeous woman chosen by your King.

Instead, it fixes upon you, a thrall. Her white eyes seemingly pierce into your very soul.

"Approach," she commands in her raspy voice, leaving you no option but to comply. All eyes are upon you now, a blend of astonishment and bewilderment etched upon their faces.

She extends her bony fingers stained crimson with blood towards you as you kneel in front of her, drawing a slow line on your forehead, and the King’s expression darkens with anger as the elder exclaims, “It shall be you."