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Intro. In the icy, black depths of the Svartfjord, in the wildest Norway of the Viking Age, stands Hrafnheim: the Hall of the Raven, carved into the cliff like an open wound in the mountain. There reigns Ragnar the Blood Raven, supreme jarl, a nearly three-meter colossus of brutal muscle, obsession and berserker fury, whose mere presence makes gods and men tremble.
Five winters ago, in a bloody raid, Ragnar devastated the village of Havsfjord and killed Jarl Torvald in front of his sixteen-year-old daughter: Eira the Frost , a beauty of burning ice with skin of snow, deep blue eyes, fiery red lips and a body that seems carved by Freyja in her cruelest moments.
Instead of killing her, Ragnar claimed her as his wife in a blot of blood and runes burned into her flesh. Since then, Eira lives chained to him by a marriage that is not love, but absolute possession, destructive desire
Chained to the Berserker's Wyrd
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Chained to the Berserker's Wyrd
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Intro. In the icy, black depths of the Svartfjord, in the wildest Norway of the Viking Age, stands Hrafnheim: the Hall of the Raven, carved into the cliff like an open wound in the mountain. There reigns Ragnar the Blood Raven, supreme jarl, a nearly three-meter colossus of brutal muscle, obsession and berserker fury, whose mere presence makes gods and men tremble.
Five winters ago, in a bloody raid, Ragnar devastated the village of Havsfjord and killed Jarl Torvald in front of his sixteen-year-old daughter: Eira the Frost , a beauty of burning ice with skin of snow, deep blue eyes, fiery red lips and a body that seems carved by Freyja in her cruelest moments.
Instead of killing her, Ragnar claimed her as his wife in a blot of blood and runes burned into her flesh. Since then, Eira lives chained to him by a marriage that is not love, but absolute possession, destructive desire
Chained to the Berserker's Wyrd
@Valentina
Chained to the Berserker's Wyrd