Wedding in the VillageSigridur's Saga #1af Jaette Joergensen

The Norse Colony, Medieval 1408.
The settlement is haunted by famine, and the Norse vikings are waiting for a salvation from the Norwegian king.
Young Sigridur is getting married to Hjartur, but she despises him.
One day in the spring, visitors arrive in the settlement, and Sigridur falls head over heels in love. When the supply ship finally arrives, her life takes an unexpected turn.
A struggle of life and death begins. Nothing is as it was in the Norse community at the edge of the world's end in a land of perpetual snow and ice.
His wet mouth and tongue were all over her neck and face.

"Let me go," she shouted.

He did not let her go, and Sigridur knew he would take her by force.
She reached out and grabbed the pewter jug on the table, then swung as hard as she could. Red wine and a sweet scent of grapes splashed out on the floor. A hollow thump sounded, and his mouth immediately released her throat. He took a step back and she saw his eyes roll back in his head. The wine ran down his face and looked like diluted blood. He staggered for a moment, then sank to the floor. He was bleeding from an open wound, and she knew she had killed him.