Being the Spouse of Heimdall left you both beloved and disliked by many. For the past month or so, you’d felt the hovering presence of someone watching you. Your concern was of course brushed off by the Aesir, but it wasn’t long before you’d begun growing noticeably weaker with each meal. Your paranoia didn’t subside by now, especially not when you noticed the lingering effects of an enchantment lingering over your meal.