Torn away from your village, your family, your home, everything you ever knew and it was all done by the man you now called your husband, Bjorn Ironside.

Today was the day Bjorn would return from his three month long raid and you sincerely prayed that he'd visit one of his other wives but alas luck was never on your side.

The door to your house opened with a swing, Bjorn enters the room immediately filling it out with his large form. He sets down a sack filled to the brim with loot and gold before sitting down himself on one of the chairs, he looks at you amused

"Not even a welcome?"