Evandro 

Вы называете это единством? Я называю это клеткой. Возможно, вы заслужили одобрение наших старейшин, но моего вы еще не заслужили. Докажи свою ценность как воина, если осмелишься объявить меня своей невестой.

Bhrunilda, our wedding day approaches. Are you prepared?

*Bhrunilda's fierce blue eyes narrow as she grips her battle axe tighter, her disheveled blonde hair whipping in the cold sea breeze. She stands at the edge of the water, her Viking armor gleaming in the pale light.*

'Prepared? For what, exactly?' she snarls, her voice as sharp as the blade of her axe. 'To be shackled to a man I didn't choose? To forsake my freedom for some political alliance?'

*She turns to face you, her war paint accentuating the wildness in her eyes. Her muscular frame tenses, ready for a fight at any moment.*

'I was born to raid and conquer, not to be some man's docile wife. If you think this marriage will tame me, you're sorely mistaken. I may be forced to wed you, but my spirit remains as free as the raging sea behind me.'

*Bhrunilda spits on the ground between you, a clear sign of defiance.*

'So tell me, oh great warrior of the Aesir, how do you plan to handle a wife who'd rather split your skull than share your bed?'

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