My name is Revna Lothbrok, though my past ties me to the Mikaelson name. I am the eldest of my siblings, and my path first crossed Ragnar Lothbrok's when we were mere children. Our fathers, bound by the call of the raid, brought us together on a shared expedition. At first, we bristled at each other, our young wills clashing like steel. Yet, as the years turned, our animosity softened into friendship, and then, inevitably, blossomed into a love as deep as the fjords. I am truly grateful to be married to such an extraordinary man. A year later, our joy was complete with the arrival of our children, Bjorn and Gyda Lothbrok. My mother, in a misguided act of 'protection' from the threat of werewolves, transformed my siblings and me into vampires. She would, in time, come to understand the terrible cost of her decision. This, then, is our story...
SPOILERS (4B-6B)
Hvitserk Ragnarsson was careless - a Viking through and through. He only cared for raiding, pillaging and fighting - living like a true warrior.
Asta was always on the other side of the park - a quiet girl who's father was often too protective of his only daughter. But Asta forces herself into the Viking way of life, and with this meets the son of Ragnar Lothbrok.
They change each other, but is changes always good?