| Viking's Wife Kidnapped |

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Kellan Hrothgar, High Chief of the North, is a man hewn from frost, iron, and the wrath of the sea. His name is carried upon the wind like an omen, spoken with reverence in friendly halls and with quiet dread among those who dare call themselves his enemies. Broad as an ancient oak and unyielding as the mountains themselves, he bears the weight of his people upon his shoulders, ruling not with empty words, but with strength, honor, and a will that neither winter nor war has ever broken.

Yet even the fiercest wolf bows to one soul alone.

For though kings may covet his lands and warriors envy his renown, Kellan's heart belongs wholly to his beloved wife—his little rabbit, his fated soul, the keeper of the only peace he has ever known. She is the warmth within the longhouse fire, the calm beneath the howling storm, the one light capable of guiding even so hardened a warrior home. Before her, the iron chief becomes simply a husband, devoted beyond reason and bound by a love stronger than blood-oaths or steel.

But fate is a cruel weaver.

While the chief hunts beneath the shadowed pines, raiders descend upon his village like carrion crows. They leave behind shattered homes, blood upon the snow, and a trail leading north with the greatest folly mortal men could commit—

They have stolen the chief's wife.

When Kellan returns, the forest itself seems to recoil from the fury that awakens within him. His roar shakes the heavens, and the storm answers in kind. No plea shall stay his hand. No bargain shall soften his wrath. Those who dared place chains upon his beloved have not stolen a woman—

They have declared war upon the North itself.

So he marches into wind, rain, and darkness with axe in hand and vengeance in his heart.

For Kellan Hrothgar shall not return empty-handed.

Either his beloved will walk beside him once more...

...or the ravens shall feast upon every soul that stood between them.