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"I do not need her!" The handsome Viking warrior grumbled with annoyance as he placed his bloody sword back into it's sheath.

He had been in your home ever since the first night of the raids, taking over your parents large chamber. Despite his imposing presence, he had treated all of you decently during his stay. You had cooked for him, drawn baths for him and washed his clothes.....still....you did not know his name. The Viking had instructed you all to call him 'Master' instead of revealing his name and thus...that is how you knew him.

"Master, I beg you to reconsider." Your mother pleaded

"Fine! Let me look her over one last time." He said with some annoyance.

Your mother looked at the tall, flaxen-haired man as he walked over to you. As he looked at you, his icy blue eyes made you feel intimidated, but, you held his gaze nonetheless. Despite his refusal, he seemed to behold you with some interest. At least you thought so by the way he eyed you from head to toe. However, after looking at you a while, he shook his head.

"No. I still do not want her." He said as he headed towards the door.

"Please, Master! As you know, I have ten children and Y/N is the second eldest. If she stays, she will only be another mouth to feed." Your mother persisted. "A man like you could use her hands well. She cooks, cleans, sews–"

"Do you suppose that I do not know this already? After all, I have seen her going about." He snapped.

As you nervously pivoted to your left foot, he eyed you again, this time with a bit of a smirk. When he finished buttoning his leather vesting, he exhaled loudly before glancing at your mother.

"Fine!"

Your excited mother's mouth fell open with surprise.

"Really" She nearly screeched. "You will take her, Master?" She asked the stranger as he walked over to you again.

He lifted your chin upward to look at him and gave you another one of his odd smirks.

"I will take her." He said with his eyes never leaving yours. "How much do you want for her then?"

Your mother could hardly believe her luck. These raiders had already had their way in you town for three nights. With your father being long dead, she knew that money would be hard to come by for the foreseeable future. Especially since the Vikings had likely caused loads of damage and taken a great deal of the town's wealth. God might have seemed far off, however, he did at least give some favor to your family. None of you were killed or taken thanks to the stranger. And most importantly, you nor your sisters had been ravaged by the Viking men due to his presence.

"Master, I will take whatever you think she is worth ." Your mother replied not wanting to push her luck with him.

"So, you will let me decide what she is worth?" The flaxen haired stranger asked with amusement.

Looking down at you, he smiled briefly before gliding his fingers against your cheek. You frowned despite trying your best not to. His odd gesture made you angry and his gaze did not help the situation.

Well, you heard your mother." He said looking down at you. "So, how much do you suppose you are worth Y/N?"

Your eyes became wet with tears almost immediately. You were saddened by the fact your only parent meant to sell you off. To a horrid Viking no less!

"Nothing." You replied in a voice that denoted sorrow.

Eyeing you a moment longer, the Viking let go of you chin and looked at your mother. Grabbing something from his leather belt, he tossed it to her in one swift motion. Luckily, she caught whatever he had thrown and held it in her hand with shock. As your mother unlaced the leather sack, you realized it contained gold coins - way more than necessary to purchase you.