Half asleep and starting a new story. Deja vu much? I seem to always do this when i'm tired xD

I can safely say, unlike most things i write, this one actually has a solid plot in my noggin. There's only like, two other stories i've wrote which have solid plots. Shocking honestly it is. I also have to admit this idea has been rocking around in my head for a while...which is bizarre.

I apologise in advance if there's grammar mistakes and that. But honestly, i am nearly using my laptop as a pillow here xD

Thank you for reading and whatnot! :D

01

Staring at the small kneeling figure before him, Odin sat in silent contemplation.

On appearance the young girl could easily be mistaken for any child who inhabited Asgard. The only notable difference between the children here and the child in front of him was the slightly pointed ears which were protruding from underneath her fiery hair.

The child herself did not look that old, although from the way she was kneeling with her head downcast staring at the floor he couldn't tell. "Child you may stand." He said from his seat, after a few moments of silence passed the girl stood.

Slowly but surely she raised her head and looked at him. Two blue, almost violet coloured eyes stared up at him.

Although the child had a blank expression her eyes were lit up with interest. They flicked over the large hall, well what she could see of it. Most of it was behind her, but this didn't seem to deter her interest.

"You understand why you are here?" He asked while leaning forward and standing slowly. The girl fidgeted on the spot and nodded. Walking down the stairs he stopped at the bottom and waved a hand at her. "Tell me why you are here?"

"Queen Rika sent me." A small voice whispered. The words were spoken so silently that it was almost impossible to hear them.

"Yes," Odin smiled lightly, "She did." He confirmed, "Do you know why?" The girl shook her head and looked confused. Odin nodded and looked up at the high white and gold ceiling. Perhaps the reason why she was here shouldn't be told to her.

"I hear your the daughter of the captain of the guard for the Queen." Odin looked at her, the girl still looked at him blankly. Even her eyes had stopped flicking around at every viewable detail. The information which he had spoken had sparked some reaction within the child.

"Child you are here on order from your queen in an effort of peace. Do you understand this?" The girl nodded. "You are no longer in Alfheim, you will bide by Asgard rule. You disobey these rules and you will be punished."

"Yes sire."

"Now," Odin walked forward and looked down at her. She craned her neck up to look at him. "Do you have a name?"

"Maerwen." She said with a small nod while tucking some of her fiery hair behind her ears.

That was the first time Maerwen had met a king. Although Odin had a huge air of authority to him, even to her young eyes she could tell that he wasn't as strict as he appeared to be. Back home in Alfheim there was only the queen. She was kind and beautiful and everything Maerwen would hope to grow up to become.

Looking down at the floor while following after a female servant she briefly recalled the conversation she had had with her beloved queen before arriving here.

"Maerwen things are not good my dear." Queen Rika spoke softly while putting a long nailed hand on her red hair.

"I do not understand." She had spoken with honesty. She did not understand why she out of all other people had been called to talk to the queen. If one wished to converse with their ruler, they needed to arrange it through a council meeting. In a swift hour Maerwen had dodged past all of the rules and regulations and now stood before her queen.

Rika had smiled at her kindly, it had taken her by surprise. The queen always had a indifferent expression on her face. Yet the smile made her appear even more beautiful than she already was. She had scanned her pale green eyes over her and nodded. "Of course you don't, you are but a child." With this Rika stepped back and twirled on the spot and then stopped suddenly to look at her.

People had been saying that their queen was acting strangely, Maerwen did not believe them but now that she stood in front of her, she suddenly felt herself nodding slightly in agreement.

"Do you mind?" The female in front of her asked. She turned and looked down at her, pushing some of the red curls out of her face Maerwen looked up.

"I am sorry, I was not looking where I was going."

"Evidently not." The female said while gesturing to the room in front of her. Maerwen had been shipped out from her home, and away from her training and all that she knew. Just to arrive here and become a servant. Much like the woman beside her.

Maerwen looked up at her confused. "What is with that expression child? We all have to pull our part." With this she walked into the room. Maerwen frowned and looked around, they were still in Odin's home. No sooner had the two finished their conversation did this female appear and start explaining the rules of the house.

Maerwen hadn't wholly listened. Instead she let her mind wonder, her eyes flicked over everything taking note of where everything was.

"Eira," a new voice spoke. The female in the room turned and then looked down at the floor. Maerwen frowned and looked at her confused. Her eyes widened slightly when two hands were placed on her shoulders. Tilting her head back she looked up into the lightly smiling face of a blonde haired woman.

"Yes your majesty?" The woman now known to Maerwen as Eira spoke, her face still looking down at the ground.

"Are you making our newcomer at home?"

"Yes, although she is very quiet." At this answer Maerwen got twirled around and the woman bent down to her level. She stared at her as she got looked over.

"I believe she is just missing her home. Are you child?"

"Yes." She whispered, the woman smiled and kept her hands on her shoulders.

"Oh it's alright," the woman said while cupping her face. The mere mention of home had suddenly bought all this down on her young shoulders. She was here for however long, possibly forever. Maerwen missed home, now that Alfheim had been mentioned, she really missed it. Her emotions got the better of her and tears fell from her eyes.

The last thing she was expecting was to be loosely held onto and have reassuring words whispered to her.