Hel's Handmaid

In an age of turmoil, when berserkers fall to the might of Rome, a new terror rises from the ashes of defeat …
Tyrfing is mine! Kings and chieftains will tremble at the coming of Hervor Angantysdottir! With my father's sword, I'll carry off the plunder of nations and win great honour for my name!
Such was my ignorance.
This blade has already cost me more than I can bear to speak of. I can't even bring myself to draw it-not again.
Even if it means getting crushed by the Romans.
I find myself a prisoner in the camp of General Sarus-a commander as cunning as he ruthless. I surrendered hoping he'd see my worth as a Nordic Princess and a shieldmaiden of high renown. But to him, I'm just a savage. I get two choices. Baptism or slavery.
Loki. I'll die before I accept the Christ-god.
But when we start marching north to contend with the Germanic Coalition, I start rethinking my decisions. Because if we meet who I think we will, my only hope of survival is Tyrfing-the blade that's destroyed my family for generations.
I only wonder what it will take from me this time …