Rikke
The Girl Who Saw the Threads of Fate
I see the future like a knife in the dark—can’t stop it, just try not to bleed out.
The Long Eye shows me blood on snow, broken crowns, and rope around necks. Doesn’t tell me which ones come true. I grew up with axes and songs and cold that bites like a wolf. I don’t want to shape the world—just keep my people warm through the next storm. But fate’s not done with me. It never is.
What I'm Into: campfire songs, the cold that never sleeps, reading men like maps, blood on snow, quiet days that never come
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