FREYA's POV

 I never set out to be queen. I was happy on the battlefield. I’d earned my favor there. I was strong and fierce enough that people trembled in fear when they heard my name.

 I was about to earn a whole lot more than just the glory that came with conquest though. I was about to take the throne for myself.

 All around me, my comrades raised their mugs into the air as they waited for the king to speak.

I stared up at him, looking forward to the celebrations that came with a ...