The small woman had holed up in her cabin, trying to cypher what was coming, what chaos would right the world around them. She blinked as she felt the pull, her attention shifting the bowl of water before her to the bond between her and her husband. She shook her head, clearing the fog from it.
The cabin started moving before she said anything, and it settled right against the wall of the castle. It opened up for its mistress, and she was soon floating out the door to the castle and the Viking king waiting within. It didnt' take long for her to be standing in the door of their bedroom.
She smelled of the cabin and of darker magics. She smelled of earth and water. Her head tilted slightly as she waited there before making her way to stand before the man who had claimed her.
"Yes, my liege?" She didn't bow or curtsy; she just smiled ever so slightly for the man who called her wife, and she called husband.