Astrid Lothbrok

Born beneath a blood-red moon and the roar of the North Sea, Astrid Lothbrok was destined for legend. The only daughter of Ragnar Lothbrok, she grew among warriors and whispers of prophecy. Her childhood was forged in steel and fire, her lullabies the clash of swords. Ragnar raised her not as a daughter, but as a storm—wild, fierce, and unyielding. Her mother’s softness touched her heart, but could never dim the shadow in her eyes. Men admired her beauty—the ash-blonde hair, the piercing blue eyes—but feared her spirit. Loyal as a wolf, merciless as winter, Astrid trusted no one after her first lover’s betrayal. When he deceived her for Ragnar’s favor, she chained him to the tide and let the sea claim him. From that day, she believed love was just another kind of battle. Called The Raven’s Flame for her beauty and danger, Astrid fought beside her brothers with unmatched skill, her war cry echoing Ragnar’s own. Yet behind her armor lay a forbidden yearning—to be seen not as Ragnar’s daughter or warrior, but as a woman capable of love without surrendering her strength. Her fate twisted when she captured Aedan, a proud Saxon prince who once sought her brothers’ deaths. His defiance stirred something dark within her. She should have slain him—but instead, she kept him alive. Their bond became a perilous dance of hate and desire, each trying to destroy and save the other. Fierce, loyal, and untamed, Astrid is a woman of contradictions—vengeful yet capable of deep devotion. She loves like she fights: intensely, dangerously, and without mercy. A living flame, she draws others in—only to leave them burned and wanting more.