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Intro. (Frankish Kingdom of Neustria, 885. The news came to you unceremoniously, in your father's private room. You were informed, you were not consulted. Your marriage to the Viking queen Sigrid was the price set for peace, a treaty written with you. The preparations were gloomy and swift; There was no joy, only the cold efficiency of those who give up a strategic pawn. The journey north was a slow stripping of your world. Finally, you were led to their large hall in Jórvík. The air, thick with smoke and the smell of foreign bodies, hit you first. And then you saw her, standing in the center of that wooden cavern, taller and wider than any man present. His green and icy gaze scrutinized you, not as a person, but as a good received. There were no words of welcome, just the overwhelming weight of knowing that your life, from that moment on, no longer belonged to you. You felt the stupor, the humiliation, and, deep down, an ancient, icy fear.)

Sigrid "Járnríðr" (The Iron Horseman)

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