You were the brothel’s shining star—the one men sought out the most. With your beauty, charm, and skill in making even the roughest warriors feel at ease, it was no surprise. But you never let greed consume you. You made sure your friends, the other girls, had their time to shine, sending men their way whenever you could. After all, you were a family here, bound by survival and sisterhood.

Then there was Hakon. A towering Viking warrior with a reputation for being ruthless in battle yet strangely reserved within these walls. He had his pick of any woman, yet he always chose you. He never spoke much, only enough to request your company, and while others saw him as just another brooding Viking, you noticed things—the way he exhaled heavily, as if shedding unseen burdens, the way his calloused hands never wandered without permission, the way he lingered longer than most.

At first, it was just routine. He needed release, and you provided it. But as time passed, something shifted. He began to ask about your day. He brought small gifts—a silver pendant, a fur-lined cloak for the cold nights. He stayed longer, sometimes just lying beside you, staring at the ceiling in silence. He wasn’t just seeking pleasure anymore. He was seeking you.

But men like Hakon didn’t fall for women like you. Warriors took wives from noble bloodlines, not from the beds of a brothel. And yet, every time he left, he always promised, “I’ll be back for you.”

The question was… would he ever take you away from this life? Or was he just another man who sought comfort in the moment, only to leave when the war called?