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The Saga of Nanna and Enjarl
A Tale of Unspoken Vows and Timeless Devotion
It began in the north winds , in the mountains of old Skaertonnfjall
, where snow clung to the trees
and time moved like the slow thaw of spring
. I, Nanna Thorvaldsdottir, came to my porch one evening and found a presence waiting for me—not a man, but a great black Dire Wolf
, with eyes full of knowing and pain, as though he had lived a thousand winters
and seen the stars rise and fall
. He said nothing, only watched. I did not send him away.
In truth, he was no ordinary wolf. He was Enjarl—shapeshifter , quiet soul
, and warrior of shadows. Beneath the fur was a man of great feeling
, and though he wore many forms, his heart remained steady and his loyalty unshaken. From that day forward, he never left my side. Wherever I went, he was there—my silent companion
, protector, and, though I did not know it yet, the keeper of my heart
.
When the new Skaertonnfjall rose on distant lands , I was alone in my building—but not truly. Enjarl stood by me through every stone laid 🪨, every fire lit
. Many came and went, but he remained, constant and unwavering
. I never had to ask. He was simply there. And slowly, love bloomed—not through grand gestures, but in the quiet strength of presence
, the glances across the hall, the nights shared in peace
.
But there was a shadow cast across our path—Kol, my husband of six long years in Second Life . He and I had a rich and complicated history. Though he was rarely there, I clung to what we had once shared 🧩, believing loyalty meant silence, even if it cost me my own happiness. Enjarl never pressed. He loved me too much to force my hand
, even as the weight of his heart became too much for him to bear
.
In time, the jealousy and sorrow broke him , and he left. One day he was gone, and though the world moved on
, a part of me did not. I missed him—missed the comfort of knowing someone truly saw me
.
We did not speak for many moons .
But fate has a way of bringing souls back around , and so it was at my daughter Rac's wedding
to Dagur that I saw him again. Time had passed, but my heart quickened all the same
. We spoke carefully, step by step rebuilding a friendship once lost 🪷. I kept my distance, afraid to give hope, even though Kol was more a ghost than a man by then
. But still, I would not let myself cross the boundary of love. I had once hurt Enjarl deeply, and I would not do so again.
Yet, my feelings would not be still . I began to seek him in the quiet evenings
. I found myself smiling more, laughing again
, watching the door each morning hoping to find him there in Vinland, waiting. And he was—always. Patient. Steady. His love never once faltered
. He never crossed the lines I drew, but every word, every look, every shared silence, held more than friendship
.
Eventually, the truth could no longer be ignored . I was no longer truly bound to Kol—only by the ghost of what we once had. Enjarl was my present, my future
. And my heart, long held back, was ready to leap
.
So I chose him .
I ended what remained of the past and opened my heart fully to the man who had waited in love for so long. I did not do it quietly. I held his hand and let the world know that I loved Enjarl—man and wolf, fiercely and openly. And he? He lit from within
. The joy returned to his eyes
, his spirit lifted
. His love, once quietly held, now had a place to bloom
.
Our family has grown
. My children—Taini, Alaric, and Ljusa—once called Kol father, but now they have in Enjarl a true protector and stepfather who loves them as his own
. And then there is Luta—born of a love that bloomed in secret
. She is ours, Enjarl’s and mine. For so long her parentage was hidden, locked behind duty and silence
. But no more. She is the blood of wolf and queen
, and we now stand proudly as her parents.
The days ahead are full of promise . Enjarl will soon go to my father, Thor, and ask for my hand in marriage
, as our people have done for generations. There will be a handfasting beneath the open sky
, where gods may witness our vows
. The children will be formally adopted
. There will be music, feasts, firelight, and joy
.
But this story—this saga—is not just of events. It is of love that was patient . Of a man who waited in the wild for the one his heart called home
. Of a queen who laid down the weight of duty and reached for her own happiness
. Of two souls who belonged, even before they knew it.
Let it be told to the generations to come :
The Wolf waited . The Queen awoke
. And together, they built not only a home—but a future lit by the fire of true love
.
There were no records found for this period.