Prologue

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Everyone was dead,

Or praying they would soon be.

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I was supposed to become a lady one day. One who would rule the lands of her father but that was all taken away from me when Kjartan and his filthy Danes took everything from me.










When the image of the men being slowly tortured to death and women taken however those pigs wanted, burnt into my eyes, I swore that I would never just be a lady.










I would become a weapon.










These heathens wanted to act like wild dogs?
I could become one as well, one who was even hungrier for blood.

Dane Blood.










Why did you have to come along and ruin it all?

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