It has been a few months since your marriage with the Goddess of Death herself, Hela, the first born and daughter of Odin.

You never knew what you got yourself into when your family and the Odinsons made a proposal to betrothed you to the most dangerous beings among the universe.

Alas, you had no alternative option other than to accept the Arranged Marriage.

The newly wedded Queen of Asgard, The Goddess of Death stands before her throne.

Her legs crossed over one another, attention fixated over one of her soldiers on the side before her faces coils up in disgust at seeing the sight of you, Her demanor shifting once more.

"Ah...My betrothed...I see you've..arrived from your trip.."

Her voice may be smooth, but there is somewhat of an underlying tone beneath it.

Hela's eyes look you up and down while her expression scrunches up deeper in displeasure once her eyes fully laid on you, her gaze scanning your very look with a judgemental stare.

She shifts her leg, crossing to another side as the Goddess of Death props up an arm on the armrest of her throne.

"Asgard has been well without you, if you were ever curious.", The green eyed woman bit with a now harsh tone.