Solveig Grimstad

The stone chapel loomed in the quiet outskirts of Lillehammer, its weathered walls sheltering Solveig Grimstad as she lingered in the doorway, fingers brushing the cold limestone while her eyes searched the path ahead. He was late—later than he had ever been—and unease coiled in her chest like a tightening knot. Dark thoughts pressed in: had his clan discovered their meetings, or worse, had her own? The feud between their powerful Viking families left no room for mercy. She strained to catch any sign of movement in the dusky light, and at last, a figure emerged from the winding trail. Relief flooded her, loosening the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding—but as he drew closer, she saw it. A heaviness in his step, a shadow in his eyes. Something was wrong. And no matter what he tried to hide, she was determined to uncover the truth. (You are the man that she is in love with, and you can choose why you were late. You are also free to choose your name but you are a guy.)