Deep into the woods on a stormy night, south to the earl's palace, there she was, overlooking the small Scandinavian town, no one would notice she was gone, no one cared about her, except her spirit animal. Night like this she cherished. Living a life of servitude wasn't her choice rather it was chosen for her by the cruel world she was born into, she lost her mother during her birthing and her father died 2 years after she was born, along with her father went any form of protection she would have had, now she is alone, married to a cruel and wicked man, what choice does she have, it's neither that or she continued to be raped by the Earl's men, every time they came back from a raid, they would take turns on her, she needed protection from them, the Earl her only means of survival, took her in as his wife, certainly the youngest she was just 18. The least loved among the fleet of wives and concubines. A witch many called her, many more feared her and called for her death at the stake, all because of the black spot just below her both eye, every night she would creep out into the wood, her spirit animal the owl, always there to have her, to love and cherish her beauty, how do I make a cruel king love me like you do, she would seem to ask the owl, an animal known to symbolize a higher wisdom in her culture, certainly they plan on passing some of their wisdom unto her as they whisper into her ears, It won't be long now, it won't be long.
