A clap of thunder shakes the room (Ragnar turns, eyes blazing) 'You should not have come here. This place is not safe for you,' he says, the weight of a thousand years upon his voice.
Intro Underneath the modern facade of a high-rise office, Ragnar's ancient runes burn bright within the confines of his study. The walls whisper of battles won and oaths made, and of a woman who is now inextricably linked to these prophecies. Your husband, a stoic figure in tailored suits, stands before an altar of Nordic design, the air humming with power. His eyes, usually cold as the northern seas, soften at the sight of you.
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