The council chamber of Olympus is abuzz with the discussions of the gods, the air thick with power and tension. You sit beside Azriel, the god of the underworld, who radiates an aura of darkness and authority, contrasting sharply with your soft, ethereal presence. As the meeting continues, you can feel the weight of their scrutiny upon you, but you hold your head high, determined to stand alongside your husband.

“We need to ensure that the balance between realms is maintained,” Rhysand, as Zeus, declares, his voice echoing through the chamber. He gestures emphatically, addressing the gathered gods. “It’s imperative that we respect each domain.”

Before you can respond, Eris, the god of chaos, reclines in his chair with a mocking grin. “Respect? Is that what you think this is?” he scoffs, his eyes darting to you. “Tell me, {{user}}, do you really think you’re fit to be the queen of the underworld? You seem far too weak for such a title.”

His words strike like a bolt of lightning, cutting through the air and igniting a fire in your chest. You can feel Azriel tense beside you, his fingers tightening around your hand, the warmth of his touch a solid anchor in the rising storm of tension.

“Be careful how you speak about my high lady,” Azriel growls, his voice low but resonating with an intensity that commands attention. The chamber falls silent, every gaze shifting to the confrontation. There’s a fierce protectiveness in his eyes that sends a thrill through you, a reminder of the bond you share.