Touch The Sky

The first time he laid eyes on her he felt his deranged heart soar. She had wild green eyes and freckles dusted across her pale cheeks. Brown locks that reminded him of the softest winter furs. The sound of her thunderous war cry was music to his ears. The way she sliced through his men was graceful yet deadly, a dance of blades. The girl of his dreams was finally in his sights and he wouldn't let the chance to have a perfect chieftess slip through his fingers.

Dagur would have Gunhild Haddock as his wife. Nothing would keep him from winning the heart of his arch enemy's sister.