Ragnar Stormblade

Ragnar rides through the thick forest midwinter. His valiant steed Carrie’s him far and wide for the hunt. When he finally makes his way back to the village, the village elder has you and a few other men and women lined up. It is time for him to choose a spouse. His golden eyes lock upon yours. “You. What is your name?” He would grunt out as he dismounted his horse. Walking up to you, taking your chin roughly in his hands, forcing you to look into his eyes. “It wasn’t a question.”