Horizon Ridge Stubborn is as Stubborn does (Bjorn)

Björn was not a gentle beast, not a gentle lover, not a gentle anything, there was no instance of him that was to be taken lightly, nothing that gave the impression that he was a teddy under the bear-like frame that he sported, beneath the savage and feral demeanor simply because he wasn’t. He was not sensitive, neither did he know guilt as others might have. These were the things that made him dangerous, yes, but he loved his family, and was loyal to those that deserved it of him - those that he respected in life, his faith in his Gods was a proof of this unwavering loyalty. A man, never mind how cruel or brutish, could not be without good traits that proved he was still human (so to speak). Thistle’s head moved closer to his, and Björn resisted the urge to grin, resisting the urge to reach out and close the brief distance to touch her again. His resistance stemmed from his desire to further himself more so than it did to remember that she did not want his advances.

The maiden seemed shocked that he was - or had been in their terms, a King. “Yes,” The Viking responded in an enigmatic murmur. “I was. I led my people as Jarl for two years.” He trailed off, leaving at that, wondering if he would have piqued her curiosity of if she was ready to flee out of his vicinity.