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she is the kind of woman no prince or viking could ever handle, she was not made for motherhood and marriage, but for battlefields and bloodshed. she was the perfect definition of a warrior, a sword for a tongue, daggers for eyes, and armor for skin.

he had skin like leather and wit-warmed splendor, and the echoes of a war cry holding his pain together. his mismatched eyes as sharp as a raven, both equal parts fragile and timeless. he was made for battle and yet, he only wanted her.