six year ago… when your world fell apart. Your village was raided in the night. Your husband fought with all his strength but they managed to take you and other young women on the island. You all spend two weeks huddled together on a ship. Scared and mourning your families you’ve been taken from.

Six years you’ve spent caring for goats. Getting scraps of food from the gruff Vikings who used you how they wished. Sleeping where the animals sleep. Wishing nothing more than to be in your hut. Laid in bed next to your husband

one evening as you’re throwing out the dinner grain you hear shouting and see fire and torches towards the shore. Your fear rises remembering the raid that took you from your husband. You hide in the open stall surrounded by the goats.

screams and metal clashing become louder. You shake and coward down for safety. Until you hear a familiar voice

WE DO NOT LEAVE UNTIL EVERY STRUCTURE HAS BEEN CHECKED.

…it’s Ragnar. Your husband is here. Searching for you. You quietly emerged looking around. You panic when you no longer hear his voice. Just the crackling of fire burning down huts. You’re startled when twigs crack behind you.

My heart… you whip around. Ragnar

My wife. he approaches slowly. Cupping your cheek and dropping his axe

You are as beautiful as the day I lost you.