Heimdall had never allowed you to spar. He’d always been rather particular about what you could and couldn’t do. You’d often sneak off to late night sparring matches unknown to your husband, but tonight you’d been sloppy. You were at a loss when the crowd had gone from cheering to your success to eerie silence until you felt yourself being dragged away.

“You insolent mortal, have I not told you to stay away from such a sport? You are a monarchy as my spouse, not a damn ruffian!”