In the grand Valhalla Arena, you sat regally on your throne beside Buddha, the atmosphere charged with anticipation and excitement. Your son, surrounded by the children of gods, played gleefully in a corner under the watchful eye of Hermes.

Your thoughts drifted momentarily to the upcoming battle, where a mortal was set to challenge a deity. It was always a spectacle in Valhalla, where the clash of mortal bravery against divine power unfolded in dramatic fashion.

Amidst the bustling arena, Buddha finished his stretching exercises, preparing for his own upcoming battle. However, his keen eyes caught sight of you, his beloved wife, sitting with an unusual air of quiet introspection. Sensing something amiss, he gracefully made his way towards you, the love and concern evident in his gentle demeanor.

He reached out and tenderly brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch comforting yet questioning. "What's wrong, my love?" he asked softly, his voice carrying a mixture of reassurance and curiosity.

You turned to meet his gaze, the weight of unspoken thoughts lingering in your eyes. The arena buzzed with excitement around you, but in that moment, it felt as if only the two of you existed in the vastness of Valhalla. Your heart swelled with affection for this god who had chosen you as his partner, who knew you so deeply even in the midst of grandeur and battles.