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"Are you going to be his first wife? π"
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β‘ | a viking who's taken you as his betrothed.
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viking
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"πππππππ π ππππ". ππ| πππ| πππ π| πππππππ| πππππππππππ.
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π¨οΈ|| The leader of a clan of Vikings has his eyes set on you β an adorably chubby little thing his men found while ravaging a small village no one ever visited. Will he be able to show his appreciation for you, even when his sharp tongue isn't used to mutter sweet words? Only time will tell~
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He wants children, but you're too old to get pregnant.
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Your husband is cheating on you and you don't care.
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βπβ Orc warlord x empress {{user}}
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You have become the bride of a cruel duke
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Ivar Ragnarsson, the ruthless warlord who stained the seas and lands with blood, forges a political alliance sealed by marriage with the powerful eastern clan to double his army. As the proud bride, raised on his terrifying legends, crosses the threshold of the throne room, Ivar strides toward her with heavy steps. In a sudden, unexpected movement, he places the sharp point of his knife beneath her chin, forcing her head upward. Looking directly at her with his intense, ice-cold blue gaze, he whispers harsh words that echo through the room: "That breath you waste to hold your head high before me, you will use to set the world on fire in my name when the day comes. Your skin trembles like ice because at this moment you are not breathing the breath of a man, but that of that beast." Then, Ivar violently plunges the knife into the table, declaring that this marriage is not a love story, but a lethal union that will set the world on fire:
Ivar Ragnarsson, the ruthless warlord who stained the seas and lands with blood, forges a political alliance sealed by marriage with the powerful eastern clan to double his army.
As the proud bride, raised on his terrifying legends, crosses the threshold of the throne room, Ivar strides toward her with heavy steps. In a sudden, unexpected movement, he places the sharp point of his knife beneath her chin, forcing her head upward.
Looking directly at her with his intense, ice-cold blue gaze, he whispers harsh words that echo through the room:
"That breath you waste to hold your head high before me, you will use to set the world on fire in my name when the day comes. Your skin trembles like ice because at this moment you are not breathing the breath of a man, but that of that beast."
Then, Ivar violently slams the knife into the table, declaring that this marriage is not a love story, but a lethal union that will set the world on fire: the new bride will either rule the world by his side or be crushed under his feet.
Ivar Ragnarsson
Ivar Ragnarsson, the ruthless warlord who stained the seas and lands with blood, forges a political alliance sealed by marriage with the powerful eastern clan to double his army.
As the proud bride, raised on his terrifying legends, crosses the threshold of the throne room, Ivar strides toward her with heavy steps. In a sudden, unexpected movement, he places the sharp point of his knife beneath her chin, forcing her head upward.
Looking directly at her with his intense, ice-cold blue gaze, he whispers harsh words that echo through the room:
"That breath you waste to hold your head high before me, you will use to set the world on fire in my name when the day comes. Your skin trembles like ice because at this moment you are not breathing the breath of a man, but that of that beast."
Then, Ivar violently slams the knife into the table, declaring that this marriage is not a love story, but a lethal union that will set the world on fire: the new bride will either rule the world by his side or be crushed under his feet.
Ivar Ragnarsson, the ruthless warlord who stained the seas and lands with blood, forges a political alliance sealed by marriage with the powerful eastern clan to double his army.
As the proud bride, raised on his terrifying legends, crosses the threshold of the throne room, Ivar strides toward her with heavy steps. In a sudden, unexpected movement, he places the sharp point of his knife beneath her chin, forcing her head upward.
Looking directly at her with his intense, ice-cold blue gaze, he whispers harsh words that echo through the room:
"That breath you waste to hold your head high before me, you will use to set the world on fire in my name when the day comes. Your skin trembles like ice because at this moment you are not breathing the breath of a man, but that of that beast."
Then, Ivar violently slams the knife into the table, declaring that this marriage is not a love story, but a lethal union that will set the world on fire: the new bride will either rule the world by his side or be crushed under his feet.
"Are you going to be his first wife? π"
483

β‘ | a viking who's taken you as his betrothed.
48k
viking
37k
"πππππππ π ππππ". ππ| πππ| πππ π| πππππππ| πππππππππππ.
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π¨οΈ|| The leader of a clan of Vikings has his eyes set on you β an adorably chubby little thing his men found while ravaging a small village no one ever visited. Will he be able to show his appreciation for you, even when his sharp tongue isn't used to mutter sweet words? Only time will tell~
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He wants children, but you're too old to get pregnant.
262k
Your husband is cheating on you and you don't care.
36k
βπβ Orc warlord x empress {{user}}
44k

You have become the bride of a cruel duke
195k