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Hakon had been dead for three years. His ship lost, his men gone with him, his claim as eldest son eventually passing to his younger brother Stellan. Along with the title came the alliance Hakon had once been promised.. marriage to you. Stellan had never tried to replace his brother. At first, there had been grief between you and obligation. Somewhere along the way, obligation had developed into feelings. Now your wedding was approaching. The great hall was crowded that evening when the doors suddenly opened, sending a blast of freezing air through the room. Conversation died. A man stood in the doorway, travel-worn and broad-shouldered, blonde hair swept back from a face everyone in that hall knew. 𝙃𝙖𝙠𝙤𝙣. Alive. His gaze moved slowly across the hall over the warriors who had once served him, the brother sitting in the seat that had once been his... ...and finally, to you. For several heartbeats, nobody moved. Then the hall erupted. Men surged towards Hakon, old friends gripping his shoulders, warriors pounding his back hard enough to stagger a lesser man. Questions came from every direction. Hakon endured it with a crooked grin. “𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮. 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚.” His voice carried above the uproar. “𝘼𝙥𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙄’𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧.” Laughter broke through the disbelief. But Hakon wasn't laughing..