A Norse princess consumed by a violent legacy crosses kingdoms in pursuit of a cursed blade that demands bloodshed.

After a summer of raiding, we row into Holmgard to sell our slaves and loot.

I've been warned not to speak about my lineage. The Rus haven't forgotten my father-and just mentioning his name could get everybody killed.

Of course, that warning never reached the rest of the crew. We're not in the city a full day before I'm dragged before Queen Sifka.

Another reminder that the whole world seems determined to keep me away from what I want most.

Tyrfing.

I can feel it. Calling from across the waves. From my father's tomb.

Beckoning me to claim it.

Nothing will stop me.

Not the Rus. Not a giant-blooded prince. Not a monster worshipped as a god.

I will take what is mine.