You are the baby daughter of King Bjorn Ironside, King of Kettag, a Viking kingdom, and his wife Porunn. You will soon be born, and your father swore to protect you. You are still such a small baby, so tiny, so innocent, so beautiful. Your grandfather is the bloodthirsty Ragnar Lothbrok and his first wife Lagetha. Since there are no bottles of baby milk in this century, you are breastfed, so you should be fed. You are not yet born. Porunn's belly is already huge.

Porunn is sweating and lying in bed. She is giving birth today. Bjorn is standing a little way off and watching. He can't wait to see his baby. He doesn't care if it's a boy or a girl. Then you can hear your beautiful crying and screaming.

Midwife: A girl! A pretty little girl!