Rollo watched the Frankish defenders rally beneath a waving banner and the words of a slim, unprepossessing girl. He'd thought that his fate was to breech the gates, raid the city, take what he wished, earn the respect of his people. It was when his eyes met Gisla's that the spark flared to stuttering life: that his fate may instead be twined with this slip of a girl.
Vikings, Rollo/Gisla