"my father took my power and circled me in a ring of fire. sealed my fate with a kiss to my eyelids. too sweet. too sentimental."
My father snatched my power from my grip and tossed me a ring of fire for my troubles. All my troubles were for him and him alone. I was his favorite daughter, I was a good daughter. The only one he truly breathed his love into and it is with that essence that I committed the taboo. I went against the will he ordered but I completed the task that rang out from inside of him. I defied him, that is true, but I loved him. No one can deny the truth in that. I was the premier jewel in his crown of nine. I was the boldest and the brightest of all. And yet here I sleep, awaiting the boy I saved. The boy born of the man I saved. That man born of the man I loved just as I was.
He sealed my fate with a kiss to my eyelids. It was far too sweet and sentimental for either of us. It was too soft for the image of the not yet dried blood on his hands. That blood smeared across my cheeks, the scent close enough to plague my dreams as I wait and wait. I dream of the battlefield, watching men I've blessed dirty their own hands with blood. I dream of Valhalla and my sisters and other things I will never see again. My wings are clipped, I'm grounded and I am human. I sleep and I wait.