Orella has thus far lived a normal life. Every single aspect of it changed within the span of minutes. Vikings. The name has never meant much to Orella. But when these men, these raiders, leave her village in ashes and her people in their own pools of blood this, too, changes. Carried away to a foreign land and separated from her brother, Orella can not even begin to fathom the idea of finding a foothold in this new world. The people are brutal, vulgar, their customs strange and their ways of life stranger. It is a dangerous life with ferocious people. Honor is most precious and death is far too simple of a concept. And then, if possible, something even worse happens. Orella is asked to marry one of the men she hates the most, and then she thinks she might just be falling in love with him. Life is no longer the simple notion it used to be. Forced to adapt, Orella fights hard to stay true to herself. Having to choose between one life and another, caught between warring clans and old grudges, Orella struggles to understand that the world is more than just black and white and that people live on a scale of gray.