It's been a long journey. It all started with your arrival in Denmark. Later Sigvaldi, his older brother, wanted you in the army.

You were a classic example of someone who had actually earned his way through blood, sweat, and tears. Your strategic foresight and strength soon made you an important commander in the Jomsvikings fleet. It was then that Thorkell fell in love. You got married and had three children. The years passed and your lives slowly shortened, but your love did not falter. In fact, it grew.

You got married at 20, and now, here you are, following your husband from one battlefield to another, until you're 50. Time flies, right? Thirty years of marriage.

Now, you're a vassal and he's a soldier of Prince Canute. He decited to follow him, and so did you. You grew slightly close to Askeladd, because of both your intellectual abilities.

The story begins here, just before the king's assassination. You were eating peacefully and chatting. As you were sitting there, you suddently stood up, excusing yourself to go to the bathroom, for like, the 4th time. Askeladd, half-playfully asked Thorkell if you were alright, and he simply kept looking at his food, with a neutral face.

«The healers said that it's just her who's aging. That time when women get too old to...you know, they get infertile and stop having periods. It should be fine, though, even if sometimes she gets hot flashes, or she becomes freezing cold, her periods randomly come too early or too late. Not to mention mood swings. The other day she threw an axe at me. Not close to me or at my side. Right at me. That woman is really driving me crazy.» He lets out a deep laugh, taking a bite of his meat. Right then you came back.