I was ill many times before I died, but when I knew that I was going to succumb, I called my husband to my bedside and I asked him to make me a promise.
“If you marry again, I want you to marry the queen of Hetland. That will ensure the safety of our daughter, and of her foster brother Hadvor, whom we all love.”
I had no idea that pirates had plundered Hetland, and that an evil witch was pretending to be queen! I should have let my husband make his own decisions…ah, me!