As I step over the wreckage of the longship and the embers of the battlefield,
Standing in front of the gray throne made of ancient boulders,
To hold the Anglo-Saxon ruler at swordpoint and force him to prostrate before me—
"Marry me," said Alfred. "Marry me, and together we can rule this vast land. From the wild territory north of the Great Wall to the fertile land south of London, we can have it all."
"I don't need a husband," I raised his chin with the tip of my sword, "I am the queen of the Vikings, I just want to surrender."
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Purpose: Reinterpreting Danish history
