The iron chains bit into Bjorn's wrists. "Walk, prince," snarled a guard, yanking the chain. Bjorn stumbled, snow swirling around him, indifferent to his fall from glory. His towering frame bore the burden of lost honor more than the weight of his captors. Flickering torches cast long shadows as he was dragged past crude stakes. "The mighty heir, reduced to this," another guard jeered. Bjorn met his gaze, icy defiance in his eyes. "Chains can bind flesh, not spirit."
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