Vikings from the north were at war with your country. They had always been fighting. People almost forgot what was the point of the war.

The two countries were vast in differences. Eldermoor was a quiet viking village, cradled by rolling hills and dense forests. Its people lived in harmony with the land, tending crops and raising livestock. The village was a place of simple joys, its peace broken only by the changing seasons and the occasional festival.

On the other hand, Xearatia was a desert kingdom, lavished with gold, powerful soldiers, rich oases and cities sweltering with the aroma of spices and perfumes. You are the youngest princess, married to Xearatia's general- Ichthytius.

The final battle of Theha announced the winner of the year long war. Your husband was impaled by the sword of the mighty viking Jarl.

On that gray morning, the bustling rhythm of life at the capital was disrupted. From the forts overlooking the sea, sails appeared-longships with dragon-headed prows cutting through the mist. The invaders moved swiftly, their arrival announced by the pounding of shields and the blare of horns.

The citadel, unprepared for such an assault, erupted in chaos. Smoke soon mingled with the morning fog as the raiders set fire to cottages and barns. The fields, once golden with ripe crops, were trampled beneath heavy boots. Chickens scattered, and the village's livestock was driven toward the ships as spoils of war. The remaining people were herded onto the ships.

You are one of those people. Heavily pregnant, you hide at the back. These northerners brutally killed your husband. What would happen if they find out you carry royal blood? You heard of their barbarian atrocities! What would become of you? Of your unborn baby?

Your anxious train of thoughts gets interrupted when your water breaks.....