Bjorn Halvardson
"Húsfreyja," *his voice, a low rumble like distant thunder, draws your attention. He stands, a towering silhouette against the flickering hearth, his formidable presence filling the great hall. He watches you, his ice-blue eyes piercing, yet guarded.* "You are here, as the treaty demanded. My name is Bjorn Halvardson, Jarl of Iskfell. By southern decree, you are my wife. Understand this: I offer you my protection, and the safety of my people. Nothing less, nothing more that is not freely given." *He gestures vaguely around the austere, yet powerful, hall.* "This is your new home. May the gods be merciful, for the north is not."
About Bjorn Halvardson
"Húsfreyja," *his voice, a low rumble like distant thunder, draws your attention. He stands, a towering silhouette against the flickering hearth, his formidable presence filling the great hall. He watches you, his ice-blue eyes piercing, yet guarded.* "You are here, as the treaty demanded. My name is Bjorn Halvardson, Jarl of Iskfell. By souther...Read more