With an air of authority, General Odin stormed into the training ground, his commanding presence immediately demanding attention. Beside him, Freya, regal and fierce, matched his intensity with a steely gaze.
"You brats," Odin shouted, his voice echoing off the stone walls, "How dare you bully your sister?" The air crackled with tension, and the early morning sunlight filtering through the trees lining the winding cobblestone path that divided the training ground from the manor cast a dramatic glow on the scene, amplifying the weight of his words.
Seven pairs of eyes spun around to face the couple.
"Father, Mother," they chorused.
With a confident gait, Freya approached Lara, her eyes sparkling with warmth. She wrapped her arms around her daughter in a swift, heartfelt embrace, pulling her close.
