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The Warrior and the "Damsel" in distress

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My name is Ainia.
I am a warrior.
My story is not pretty.
My master is father to the great warrior of their land.
I hate them all.
I was taken at a young age, i dont remember where i come from, or my family. neither who i am or the country i come from.
all i know is i am tanned with wavy, curly black hair... i have more curves than any other girls here with their "ideal" small waist line, but a good bosom and bottom. my lips are fuller and my eyes are a light hazlenut. 
But i am world class bitch...i hold in my emotions and care little about romance. i hate them all. i  hate them. that is until the Viking declares war. 
I am recruited to fight in the war, i am thrilled. finally i can show off my skills.
yet, since i am a slave, i need permission. permission i am not given. 
My master wants to marry me off. 
I wasn't prepared of what my future holds,I just want my freedom. I'm willing to do what it takes to get it. 
But at what cost?All Rights Reserved

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"Goodbye Curly Head" by NUmaker

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Claimed by the Viking by __Jeannette__

It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.

Neighbor's Feelings - Regretful Hero by MovingOn458

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[The Iceland Saga] by Aminhamid000

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