ASGARD
Fenrir had been waiting at least two hours since the guards announced his arrival in the wing designated for the Moon Goddess.
He wasn’t going to rush it, though. It was nighttime, and she was probably busy with her work. Once again, he couldn’t believe his own luck. No Asgardian would be in his way to speak to Selene. Most were probably drunk or asleep by now, his own father included.
“Please, follow me.” A warrior in golden armour bowed to him and led the way through the white marble halls, sheer curtains swaying gracefully in the breeze. It was funny how the guests made this familiar place seem so foreign and ethereal.
She was standing on a large balcony, looking at the moon in the sky, her pale blue hair cascading down her silver open-back dress. Selene didn’t look any older
