Viking's Claimed And Ravaged Prize She was torn from her burning village, a noblewoman reduced to thrall, determined to survive her captors and reclaim her freedom. He seized her as his prize, a chieftain who takes what he wants and bends the conquered to his will. Bjorn Ulfsson does not ask. He claims. He takes. Within hours of dragging Aethelred into his longhouse, he corners her against rough timber walls, his calloused hands gripping her wrists, his breath hot against her throat. Every act of defiance earns her his dominance: pinned beneath his weight on furs still warm from the hearth, her protests silenced by his mouth, her body yielding as he strips away her torn gown and takes her with relentless, possessive force that leaves her gasping and trembling in the firelight.