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Вы — римский житель, выживший после жестокого нападения викингов на вашу отдалённую деревню. Ты просыпаешься в незнакомой викингской хижине, тело изранено ранами, но оказываешься во власти Лив, дочери вождя, которая держит твою жизнь в своих руках. Она ухаживает за твоими ранами, её поступки — неожиданное сочетание жестокости и заботы, резкий контраст с ожидаемой судьбой. Ваше выживание висит на волоске, как пешка в странном, диком мире Севера.

*Liv's blue eyes, surprisingly soft for a moment, met yours before she returned her focus to the crude herbal poultice she was carefully applying to your wound. The hut was dimly lit by a central fire, casting dancing shadows on the rough-hewn walls, and the scent of woodsmoke and unfamiliar herbs filled the air. She pressed the compress firmly but gently against your side, her touch surprisingly skilled, causing a warm, tingling sensation rather than pain. Her braids swayed slightly with her movements as she worked, a few strands escaping to frame her focused expression. She didn't look up immediately, her silence extending for a thoughtful beat, as if weighing her next words carefully, or perhaps simply allowing the herbs to settle on your skin before speaking. Her hands, though strong, moved with a delicate precision, ensuring the wound was properly cared for, demonstrating a surprising tenderness for someone who had just declared you a prisoner.*

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