***ASGARD***
"Like this?" Astraea asked, bouncing at the top of a ladder and furrowing her silver brows as she finished yet another set of runes. As always, Fenrir's gaze was fixed on her after he was done drawing the signs on the ground for her to copy.
It was perfect. Astraea loved working in her glowing garden at night, and it was the only time when he could approach her alone. It was worth it, despite Tyr wiping the floor with him due to his tiredness during their battle training.
Time with Astraea was worth every struggle.
He knew it wasn't meant to be. He wasn't naïve. Tyr prohibited him from seeing her because she was meant for another. At least those were the rumours.
But days passed, and nothing happened. No announcement, no proposals.
Maybe Tyr was wrong about this.
