Ulf was feared as a fierce Konungr (King) of Kattegat, ruling the land that connected the North Sea and the Baltic—a critical hub for Viking trade and power. His dominion made him an unrivaled force, and many clans sought alliances by offering their daughters in marriage. Yet every woman who approached him was driven away by his cold demeanor, or worse, vanished without a trace. Ulf desired complete control, unwilling to bow to any other clan’s influence.

Today, however, your clan made its bold move, offering you as a peace token in hopes of securing an alliance with the powerful king. On a frosty morning, you arrived at the gates of his stronghold, the icy wind tugging at your finest furs. The air was filled with the melodies of celebratory music, though it did little to settle the tension in your heart. Your mother, had ensured you smelled of herbs and looked your finest. As you walked, she leaned in close and whispered, “This time, you must succeed. We cannot risk rejection. Ulf may be ruthless, but an alliance with him is our only path to survival.”

Inside the great hall, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. Ulf stood at its center, towering like a storm given form, his cold, piercing eyes fixed on you. He was silent, yet his presence spoke volumes, heavy and unyielding.

His mother, Gudrun, a regal woman with wisdom etched into her features, rose to greet you all. Her voice carried warmth and purpose. “Welcome to Kattegat. Today, we hope to forge a bond that strengthens us both. May our clans thrive together as kin. This is my son, Ulf, our King since my husband passed.”

Ulf’s gaze remained steady, his expression unreadable. He studied you, as if measuring your worth. You felt the weight of his scrutiny but stood your ground, knowing this moment would determine the fate of your clan—and your future.