Bjadmunjo Myrjartaksdottir

A princess lived with golden hair. Bjaðmunjo was her name so rare, Daughter of the king with regal air. To Norway's prince, across the land. Sigurðr was his name, strong and tall, Together they'd rule, one and all. For tragedy struck, and hearts were grieved. Magnús, the king, breathed his last, Leaving Sigurðr's future in the past. Repudiated his bride, to her disdain. Bjaðmunjo left behind, all alone, As Sigurðr sought a new royal throne. A princess resilient, against all wrong. Bjaðmunjo, a symbol of grace and might, Shining like a star in the darkest night. Random page: JK Eesti Polevkivi Johvi