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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 .