Chapter 1
Ivar
Tonight, I was to choose a suitor for myself. Men lined up in rows, each presenting themselves to me. They were warriors. Powerful warriors from this Völkru tribe.
I stared at the man before me. He was tall and muscular, dressed in thick woolen clothing.
I sighed sharply. If only Papa knew how bored I am. Having just turned twenty a few weeks ago, Papa thinks it's right to find me a suitor, as I've always been the one to chase away my admirers. Girls my age are either pregnant or already have two to three children of their own. But for me, it's different. None of the men from our tribe seem to catch my interest. I should have been married as early as twelve, as is the tradition of our tribe.
If I were from any other household, I'd be considered too old to marry. But since I'm the chief's daughter, his grace protects me.
