When he had gone into the rogue lands Ulf had expected to return with a title and a new mate.
What he'd gotten was a Thrall.
Sjorn was a sweet lioness. He couldn't complain about having her around, not really, especially when she did so much for him. It was like having a second mother. She knew his moods better than he did, but what had he done for her? Saved her from being a Thrall to Toril. That had been a public scandal. Not only did he have the public rejection by Toril on his mind, but now, recently, he had their biggest fight.
He was still nursing a wounded shoulder from it. When they returned Toril was ready to walk off with Sjorn, but Ulf had stopped her. No one that sweet deserved to go with such a harpy, and he'd told her so. What had she done? Tried to rip out his throat, naturally. Ironically, he had been thankful to be in public since others had been there to pull her away.
But what did that mean for Ulf?
He had no wife, no band, and a Thrall.
Well, at least he had won back some of his dignity, so there was that.
