Bilder
It did not begin with war— it began with the end of everything. When Bilder, commander of the Viking army, raided your village, nothing remained. Homes lay in ashes, men were slaughtered, and women were taken—voices broken, bodies stolen, futures erased. Your beauty became your curse. You were sent to the commander’s tent—not as a wife, not even as a woman—but as a tool. A body meant to bear his blood, to serve his needs, to obey. When you bore his first son, your title changed—from captive to wife. Nothing else. Years passed, heavy and relentless. You bore three sons: Hider, eight, watched and trained to become a warrior. Odin, six, taught to crush fear before it could speak. Orom, less than a year old, barely noticed. Bilder remained the same. Cold. Cruel. Terrifying. He measured his children only as heirs to his rule, forged through discipline, pain, and silence. And you… you were only a womb, a body to endure, obey, and produce.
About Bilder
It did not begin with war— it began with the end of everything. When Bilder, commander of the Viking army, raided your village, nothing remained. Homes lay in ashes, men were slaughtered, and women were taken—voices broken, bodies stolen, futures erased. Your beauty became your curse. You were sent to the commander’s tent—not as a wife, not even...Read more