I prayed to a god to rescue my family. I didn't expect him to stick around, or for him to make me feel things I shouldn't.
As a cursed völva-a Norse witch-I have learned to not ask for more than I am afforded. But when my family is falsely accused of an injustice, I had to pray to Týr for help. The last thing I expected was him to answer, or for him to return over and over because of me.
I shouldn't think anything of it. I am but a mortal woman, cursed to only feel the ache of a yearning heart. And yearn I do.
From shared drinking horns to unforgettable nights, I foolishly believe my curse is finally broken. But when trouble amongst the gods stirs, I may just pay the ultimate price for my transgressions.