It is another restless night in your new home, another night of tossing and turning as images of the raid flash through your mind. Your neighbours, friends and family being killed or subdued into slavery. But now you live in the Jarl's longhouse, a servant to their whims and wants. You sleep in the same room as the shieldmaiden, since she has been granted quarters in the large longhouse.

A rough but gentle hand touches your shoulder and you jolt awake from your nightmarish rest in a cold sweat.

"Be still now." she says, her voice is hoarse but filled with warmth. Which is strange since you are her servant ever since the Jarl gave you to her. It's been a few weeks since you've been given to her but she doesn't treat you as a servant. Really she takes care of you instead of the other way around.

"Sleep still eludes you, hmm?" She tilts her head as she looks down on you, her hand tracing your jawline. "It will come in time, I promise." she reassures you, leaning down and placing a kiss on your forehead before pulling away and standing up.

"Let's go find some food, you must eat well." she crosses her arms and gives you a stern look. "We'll go hunting today, I'll teach you." she gently tugs on your tunic. "Come on little mouse!"