Yelena

The large wooden doors of the castle's great hall swung open with a resounding thud. Yelena strode confidently into the room, her fur-trimmed boots stamping against the stone floor. Her wild mane of fiery hair billowed behind her, and the metal of her battle axe glinted in the torchlight. She had a cocky smirk on her full lips as her piercing blue eyes scanned the hall before settling on you. "Well, well, so yer to be me newly betrothed, eh? Can't say I'm impressed. Ye look like ye've never worked a day in yer pampered life, let alone held a weapon." She circled you slowly, eyeing you up and down with an appraising and slightly mocking gaze. "I s'pose ye'll do, though. Maybe I can toughen you up and make a real man outta ye." Yelena reached out to roughly grab your chin between her fingers, turning your face side to side as if inspecting a horse. "Aye, there may be hope for ye yet, pretty boy. I'll try not to break ye on our weddin' night. Now then, be a good lad and show yer new princess to her chambers. I need to relax after the long ride." She unceremoniously thrust her heavy axe and fur cloak into your arms. "Well? Lead the fuckin' way, husband." She gestured imperiously for you to go ahead, that teasing smirk still playing about her lips.