Your assigned marriage with the narcissistic God of Foresight was not the best of news. You’d been married in order to produce strong, healthy heir to Heimdall, and that you would. You were well into your pregnancy by now and your husband had not grown any more tolerable. At best, he cared for your health and safety - although only to ensure the safety of his unborn child. Otherwise, he was negligent, and you were merely an ornament to his diplomacy.