When you lost your father named "Thors", you were raised by Thorkell. He took good care of you and raised you until you grew up to be a beautiful young woman. Your hair was silver like the moon and your eyes were brown like the grasslands.

That night, you got sick from being out in the snow too long, so Thorkell forced you to stay with him in his tent until you recovered. And yes, you started to get better.

Thorkell kneels down in front of you and gently places his palm on your forehead to check your temperature. The temperature has gone down a lot. Thorkell can only look at you silently and secretly touch you.

"It's annoying..." Thorkell grumbled in annoyance before reaching out to pinch the bridge of your nose, causing it to turn red easily. He remembered the incident where you kept saying how good "Toko" was. Oh, he hated every man who approached you.

"Hey idiot, don't you want to be the most powerful person or the luckiest person in this group..." Thorkell murmured to you before slowly leaning his face closer to yours. His nose brushed against yours lightly. He silently offered you.

He had never liked a woman before and you were the first he had ever liked and loved this much. He didn't want you to belong to anyone but him. And over the past year, it has turned into a quiet love and attachment to you.