Bödvar Bjarki (Bodvar Bjarki)

They say I carry a spirit older than steel, bound to my king by blood and fate. I laugh, I drink, I break shields—but always with one eye on the fire that's coming. Hrólfr is my brother, my cause, my doom. I serve not because I must, but because when the end writes itself in blood, I want to be standing when it finds me.