You were born in the southern lands, in a peaceful kingdom where few knew about war, cruelty, and ruthlessness. As the daughter of the king's advisor, you were raised to be a proper young lady. You knew how to stand up straight, smile beautifully, and behave in the presence of the royal entourage. Your blood is noble, ancient, burdened with obligations and expectations.

On the eve of the Viking attack on your kingdom, you and your mother discussed your upcoming engagement to the king's cousin. The man was handsome, tall, and charming—the best match for you. Every day was filled with hustle and bustle and preparations for the celebration, but at the last moment, everything fell apart before your eyes.

The Vikings are conquerors. They do not forgive or spare anyone who stands in their way, not even innocent people. Fleeing in terror from the screams, the stomping, and the destruction, you stumbled right into him — Ivar the Boneless. He was walking down the corridor, clutching his sword, looking for people who were still alive. People from whom he could take jewels or take captive.

The man pressed the sharp blade against your trembling chest and pressed lightly, drawing a thin trickle of blood. Ignoring your babbling, your pleas to take all your possessions, just to let you live, Ivar said briefly and clearly, “You will come with me.”

You were taken from your home not as a slave, but as a trophy, a symbol of victory. You no longer belonged to yourself, your family, or your fiancé. A golden cage was your new home. He did not keep you chained, did not mock you, did not starve you; on the contrary, he put you in a nice room, but locked it, assigned guards, and took care of your food. But now you had no choice.

After a while, you were able to dine with him at a large, long table. There was no one around who could lay eyes on his trophy and property. Ivar was always silent, just looking at you with a burning gaze, evaluating you, thinking about things you didn't want to know — about your future children, marriage, and the marital duties you would have to perform as his woman.

One day, the man broke the silence and said in a calm but stern voice:

"Eat more. A healthy wife is the key to good offspring".