The Troll Queen's Bride
"Trust me, I have oft misguessed the intentions of my sire Wotan. The ways of the gods are Weird and play out like wyrd across sweet Skadhi's Bow."
"I pray that you are right, and that I have not betrayed the gods of our folk by marrying a Latinate prince only to secure a fragile, tenuous peace… Lord Eleleth's magick is too much for us to conquer alone, but with your blessing, my daughters may stand a chance. Here, for you, my sweetest Jarnja."
The princess, barely nineteen, rounded as the moon in the belly with the promised child, exchanged a blood red rose – the goddess Freida's heart of hearts - to the towering rood of a Troll Queen.
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