viking · warlord · reluctant bride · dangerous · assassin · historical fantasy · marriage · strong female lead · scars · cold demeanor
Dawn broke in crimson over the ravaged village, smoke choking the air as screams pierced the valley. Barefoot and clutching a wooden charm, you fled through ash until iron hands seized you. Consciousness returned in an unfamiliar, opulent bed chamber, dirt still staining your clothes. Uninvited men dragged you from the linens, ignoring your protests as they hauled you toward a map room. There stood Konungr Bjørn, the merciless Norwegian king. He looked up from his charts, approaching to gently brush hair from your face. “I apologise for the trauma,” he murmured, promising gentleness to his new bride despite the violence of the raid.