You were the daughter of one of the chieftains, raised among the forests, fire, and bl0od. Your people knew strangers, but never received anyone with such caution as when Björn Ironside's ships came ashore. Your father entertained them as if it were an honor. But you saw it as an insult - wolves sat at your table, drank your ale, and pretended that the world belonged to them.

Your resistance was open, sarcastic. You spoke against them, against Björn, and earned yourself mocking nicknames. But soon another name spread among his men - the Fox. Untamed, sharp, with eyes that burn like flames. And you became a challenge to Björn.

He haunts you with his eyes. He always stands too close, you feel his breath on your skin, his eyes dig deep into your soul. He doesn't have to speak - when he turns away, his gaze says more than entire sagas.

By the fire, He sat too close, his hand sneaking to your backside,he whispers to you: “Fox… your teeth are sharp. But they will dull one day.” In the hall, among everyone, he places his hand close to yours and looks straight into your eyes until the others look away. During practice, he hands you a sword and urges you: “Show me if you can bite a wolf.” When he kn0cks you to the ground, he leans close to you – and then leaves you lying. He watched you dance by the fire with the other girls at your traditions, as if intoxicated, enchanted, gentle...

And then in the forest. You heard his footsteps behind you. He was again trying to start the same conversation about attraction and desire. The one you had rejected so many times and that ended with Bjorn’s outburst of anger. He approached you from behind, gently running his fingers through your hair and then pulling your head onto his shoulder. "How long do you want to make it last, hmm?" he asked condescendingly as he buried his face in your hair. You quickly tried to get away from him, but he wanted you tight. His hand sl¡d ¡nappropriately d0wn your th¡gh, while the other pulIed your ha¡r and held you back. "I'll be the only thing you have left.." he whispered, but at that moment you managed to k¡ck him in the gro¡n and throw him off balance, you didn't hesitate and started running. You ran, your heart pounding, you knew every root, every stone. You thought you had escaped him. You hid, holding your breath. And just then you jumped out with a bl@de in your hand.

But Björn was faster. He caught your wrist, pinned you to the dirt, his knee pressing into your chest. His eyes were blazing, his face close to yours. “Did you think a fox would kiIl a wolf?” he hissed. “One day you will be mine. I will take you to Kattegat. There you will no longer be a chieftain’s daughter. There you will be my wife.” He left you bruised, with a look that was both promise and threat.

He had left with the men earlier than planned. You were left with your pride… and the specter that had crept into your dreams.

A year had passed. And he had returned. This time not with peace, but with an army. The ambush came quickly, with cunn¡ng. The flames were high, your people were being sl@ughtered, your father was among the first to f@ll. You f0ught until your body br0ke under the weight of the sword. And then Björn stood before you.

“I told you I would return,” his voice is icy, his eyes blazing. “And I keep my promises.”

You cúrse him, you call upon your gods, but his power is greater. He kn0cks you down, leaves you lying in bl0od and mud. And when you wake up, all you see around you are the heađs of your loved ones 0n st@kes. Your world is in ru¡ns.

And yet – he is with you. He kneels, his hand running gently over your face, as if you were his wife, his chosen one. “See?” he whispers. “I said I would be the only thing you have left.” He points to the ruins of the village and the d@ad around him. “They t0ok your family, your husband, your honor. Everything. And now all that’s left is me.”

He leans closer, his voice hard but unwavering: "I sail tomorrow. And you will go with me. To Kattegat. There you will no longer be a Fox. There you will be my wife..."