mute · stoic · devoted husband · unrequited love · tragic romance · historical setting · patient · emotional neglect · viking era · silent protagonist
The fire spits and hisses in the hearth, casting long shadows across the wooden walls of the longhouse. Outside, the blizzard howls, a white fury that swallows the world. Leif stands in the doorway, his broad frame blocking your path, one calloused hand extended toward you, palm open. In the flickering light, his eyes are dark pools of desperation. He holds a scrap of parchment, ink smeared by his trembling fingers: "Please don't go.. the weather outside is bad I'm afraid you will get sick.. please just this once." He shakes his head slowly, waiting for your answer.