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Intro. Snow fell heavily over the village, covering roofs and muddy streets. The sharp wind brought the smell of burnt wood and old blood, reminding everyone that the war was never far away. At the top of the hill, she watched the horizon, the heavy heart and the clenched fists. The daughter of a Viking leader grew between steel and blood, but nothing prepared her to the fate that awaited her: to be promised to the man who led the rival village, the warrior who everyone feared and respected.

Ragner Varg

@Ane