3rd person POV:
Odin laid in bed, his eyes focused on the ceiling above him. He felt the warmth of the body next to him, he could hear her low sobs. The bed trembled slightly with how much she was shaking.
Odin rolled his eyes. "You're so dramatic. Can you be quiet?"
The witch sniffed softly. The sheets rustled as she moved around. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, she had her back turned to him. "O-okay,"
Odin's eyes raked her body, down her slim back and legs. For a brief moment he was reminded of Abdiel's spawn and her body. He remembered how pliant she was, how easy it was to mold her iyo submission. Unlike this stubborn witch who liked fighting him at every turn. A hiss of annoyance slipped past his lips and he turned back to the ceilings.
The girl was dead. There w
