And so from me to you, the romantic and also sad story of Nótt's mother and father (Narfi and Fedea).

Fedea was painting a picture in her chambers. She had paint all over her strapless, white sundress. Her long, blonde hair was up in a bun and she was wearing a pearl necklace. Her sister, Vår came in the room with a glass of water in hand. Vår was wearing a peach sundress with a white shawl. Her long, brown hair was in a side braid. She handed over the glass of water to her sister, Fedea.

"Thank you, sister." Fedea smiled up at her older sister.

"You're welcome." Vår smiled back. Vår looked to her far left to see the curtains closed. "Oh, sister…" She walked to the curtains and opened them wide showing the window that looked over the city of Asgard. "How beautiful!" Vår beamed with joy.

"Oh, Vår! Please! Shut the curtains!" Fedea covered her eyes.

"No, Fedea." Vår spun around to look at her sister and she stuck up her chin. "You must shed some light in your life. You can't live in the dark forever-"

Fedea lifted her hand to Vår as if to say stop. "I mustn't have to explain, sister. I'm too tired for light."

Vår looked down at the floor and just stood there in sorrow.

"You have my permission to leave." Said Fedea.

Vår left the room.

Vår wasn't one for disrespect. She always respected anyone she met. She was a proper young woman who always stood up for what was in her eyes, right, but never wrong. She wasn't one for lying either. She always told the truth. She was the oldest of the family and she was one-hundred percent against magic so she had never studied it. Instead of studying magic, she would always study extra in everything, but magic. Once she had grown up (which would be now), even though she need not to proceed in education, she did so anyway.

Later that night (the night before a battle against the Jotuns) in Valhalla, Fedea kept catching herself day dreaming, but she would shake it off and realize she was gazing upon a handsome young man around her age who looked to be a warrior. Fedea had always thought that all warriors had one thing on their mind, and I would not go into all that explanation.

But Fedea was wrong. This warrior was one for marriage and not you know what.

Moments later they found themselves talking to each other. The warrior's name was Narfi.

Surely their relationship started a bit early. But they were lucky their love for each lasted as long as it did.

Sadly, Asgard was at war against Jotunheim and a warrior could not get married or have a relationship because it would be considered a distraction. But the next day when he was in battle, he survived it because he had one person on his mind; The woman he intended to marry. He came back to Asgard with the other warriors, and once he did, he went straight to Odin Allfather.

"My king." he kneeled. "May I speak with you?"

"Of course," Odin smiled. "What is it you have to say?" Odin said as he sat down on his throne.

Narfi took a breath. He looked up at the king of Asgard and he smiled. "May I ask Fedea for her hand in marriage?"

Odin stood up and began to pace. "Marriage?"

Narfi nodded. "Yes." he said.

"Marriage is a large decision... You are a young and handsome man."

"Thank you." Narfi's lips began to frown.

"What day are you thinking to marry her?" Odin asked.

"In exactly two weeks from now." Narfi replied.

"Two weeks?" The king stopped pacing. "That would mean you want to marry her June 7th; the day before the next battle."

"Yes." Narfi's smile faded.

"Do you have a ring?" Odin wondered.

"Yes, I do." Narfi pulled it out of his pocket. It was in a small red box with a silver ribbon bow on top.

"May I have a look?"

Narfi stood up thinking Odin was going to walk down the steps, but then he realized Odin wanted Narfi to walk up the steps. That was almost never allowed. Barely any warriors had the privileges and chances. But Narfi did and that showed Odin trusted Narfi. Narfi walked up the steps and up to Odin. He handed Odin the box and the king opened it.

"That is a very beautiful ring." the king complemented.

Narfi closed his eyes. Odin was strict and Narfi realized he should've just went behind the kings back and married Fedea.

"I don't see why you couldn't marry her." Said Odin's voice.

Narfi opened his eyes. The king was smiling. "I can marry her?" Narfi was shocked.

"Yes," said the king like it was obvious. "You may. You love her and she loves you. You got her a very expensive ring, might I just say made of pure silver? And the way you fought today. Not a cut on you, look at that! The whole time you were smiling and surely it looked like you were a psychopath, but I'm sure you were fighting for her. Marry her." He put the ring back in the box and handed it to Narfi. Narfi took it and smiled. He was so happy, he just couldn't stop saying thank you.

BTW There's another chapter. :)