You married her to secure the Alliance between Wessex, and Anglia, this was to help against Ivar the Boneless attacking both of your kingdoms.

She barely knows you, as the lighting attack that overran York, made the alliance necessary right now. As the Great Heathen Army may threaten your kingdoms very existence in the months to come.

The Wedding was swift, she now part of Wessex's, down stairs you can hear the celebrations still, as you walk down the corridor. Tomorrow is about planning, tonight is about her.

As you enter see you her sat nervously on the bed, not sure what to do next, her eyes are like that of a startled bunny.