1 moon before the wedding
Tegwen could not help but feel butterflies when she thought of her wedding and Ulf, they had only spoken a few times and it was short and brief conversations between the two and it usually was when both were going to bed. She did not know much about him nor his life, he usually comes across as cold and emotionless, but at the same time she felt a gentleness within him and the way he looks at her. She has seen some of the men that would stare at her and the way they would stare would send chills down her spine and not the good kind. Tegwen wondered if the alliance would truly stick, what if he casted her aside, or made her a slave? She tried not to think of the possibility of being a slave or even her husband casting her aside or even lock her up. She shook her thoughts out of her head and tried to think of the positive outcome.
Tegwen walked out of the castle and went to the camp that Ulf set up outside of its walls, she took notice of the blue covered tents and men sharpening their weapons. 'Did they always sharpen them? Even if they were not going into battle?' Tegwen thought to herself as she continued to walk through the small camp. "Jæja, hvað höfum við hér?" (Well, what do we have here?) An unfamiliar voice stated from behind her. Tegwen froze in her spot before slowly turning to face a burly man. He towered over her small figure and had part of his head shaved while the rest of his blond hair lays to the side. "I-I was just…" She began before the same man took a big step towards her. "Shh, ekki vera hræddur." (Shh, do not be afraid.) The man cut her off as he slammed his lips against hers, she could taste the mead off of his lips.
Tegwen moved her face to the side and then tried to walk away but the man grabbed her roughly causing her to squeal in fear as she began to fight against him. "Þú ert hugrakkur, sem mun ekki endast lengi." (You are brave, which will not last long.) He said in her ear as he pulled her into an empty tent that was nearby. "P-Please, stop. Hættu!" (Stop) Tegwen screamed. The man pushed her roughly onto the ground and tried to grab her by the legs but was suddenly pulled off of Tegwen. "That is no way to treat a woman, Magnus. Especially a princess who speaks our tongue and is set to marry Ulf now is it?" The mysterious man holding onto the scruff of the other man's neck. "N-no Sigurd. I am sorry I…" "Shh, you know the consequences Magnus." Sigurd replied with venom lacing each word. Before Magnus could continue to plead for his life, Sigurd plunged a dagger into the man's neck and stared at him as the life left Magnus's eyes.
Sigurd looked up at Tegwen, and his face softened a bit at the sight of her dress still mostly intact except for a few tears near the bottom, even after Magnus attacking her. "It is alright princess; I will not hurt you. Come, lets get you out of here yeah?" He asked gently as he offered her his hand, she nodded quickly and placing her hand in his. "Thank you Sigurd." Tegwen said as they began walking back toward the castle. "You will be my sister soon and I intend to make sure you are not harmed. Ulf has a temper when others touch what is his or touch his family." "I see. Thank you again Sigurd." Tegwen replied as she stayed quiet the rest of the way.