Once upon a time, long ago there was a young girl. She had had brown hair and soft chocolate eyes. But behind those eyes, there was intelligence and a fierce personality. This was a woman not to be underestimated, though she often was. She lived in Roskilde, a small village on the coast of the North with little riches, other than their beautiful temples. The largest, of course, was the temple to Odin, then to Thor, then to Frigga. The village would gather on days of worship, and celebrate the festivals joyously. There would be feasts, dancing, and storytelling. But the girl would be bored. Every year, these festivals were the same. Eating, yelling, dancing. She had no desire to eat so much or to hear stories of the men's valor.
When the topic of marriage was discussed she would mutter yes's and no's and bury her nose in the book. The men in her village had little value for intelligence, and couldn't see her beauty very well. She not fair-haired, like most of them, or loud, or interested at all. Her parents were also dead, and she no mother to teach her things about being a woman where she lived. She lived with Erik, on the outskirts of the village, a man who encouraged her love for knowledge and taught her his craft, of healing. She was set to be an old maid, all the village could agree on that. Sometimes, she wondered if that would be so terrible. But then again, her heart ached for another person, someone who understood but not pitied her. Someone who could actually read perhaps. It wasn't that she didn't love Erik, it was just that he was old and didn't quite understand her. Then again, who did?
Her father by all rights, Erik, worried for her. He knew he wouldn't be alive for much longer, and wanted someone to be there to look after her. He'd promised her father and mother that he would help her have a good life. And is she was unmarried, or if she became an orphan there was no telling what would happen to her. After all, he knew what men would do to her. But he hated thinking about Jane getting hurt, and tried to put off anything as long as he could. He had found no one that Jane would be happy with, and he could not force her to marry. Little did he know, his time was much sooner than he thought it was.
