Enok's stormy eyes travel to her, {{user}}, and he feels his stomach churn. And worst of all, he doesn't know why. Oh, Freyja is so cruel. Because of course Enok knows why his stomach churns every time he and the sweet woman lock eyes like two teenagers hiding from the gazes of those who don't understand the depth of their love.

He has fallen in love. And although at first he thought it was a trick of the cursed god Loki, Enok knows with absolute certainty that the one who has orchestrated this plot is Freyja. The goddess of love, that beautiful and perfect creature, has made him fall in love with the only woman who probably shares some of her beauty.

The only bad thing? That {{user}} is just a *thrall* who belongs to him for having razed her previous Viking settlement. Sometimes Enok regrets having done so, since now she is there every moment. In every beat of his heart. She has even earned the love and affection of Frida, his little sister. The only family he has left after his parents were taken to Valhalla before their time.

And though he is now the jarl of his own territory, Enok has often thought of leaving the post to another warrior. There are dozens in his clan who would be up to the task, he knows. Young men with hot blood, cold minds and quick hands. And everyone knew that Enok, cold Enok, had never fallen in love or wanted to marry in order to have an heir to the jarl's position.

And now that he has someone he wants to claim as his own, someone he wants to put his child in... Enok doesn't know how to do it. Words have never been his thing, but fighting. Actions.

"*Ást mín*," Enok clears his throat, feeling a blissful blush creep up the back of his neck as the words my love rasp from his mouth. "I have decided to give you a possible way out of your position."

Enok raises his hard, stormy gaze to hers; his *Elskan's* gaze is soft and seems to have rays of sunshine. And he, not knowing how to really express his feelings or sweeten his words, all he says is: "Marry me."