Gwen still didn't understand why she was called to the throne room. She hadn't done anything wrong. Her work ethic was perfect and she had a spotless record. A guard came to personally fetch her and escort her to the throne room. Normally maids that fuck up are dealt with by the head maid and punished.

The guard interrupted her thoughts, "Hurry up before I drag your corpse to the Allfather." She rolled her eyes and picked up her pace. While she thought the guard was being anal, she didn't want to cause more of a mess.

The rest of the walk to their destination was silent. Anxiety struck Gwen when she saw the luxurious grand doors to the Allfather's throne room. She couldn't have done bad enough to elicit enough to require a meeting with Odin himself. Maybe it's about something with her amnesia. She couldn't know for sure.

"Maid Guinevere Youf of Asgard, your majesty." The guard announced as they both walked towards Odin and kneeled before him.

"Rise," They both did as was commanded, "Guard you may leave us."

"Yes, my lord."

The silence broke through the room until the guard had left. No one besides King Odin and Gwen were in the room, she noticed. "You are probably wondering why I brought you here."

"Yes, your majesty."

He looked down at her with his one good eye and spoke, "I brought you here to tell you that you are going to marry my youngest son, Loki." He rested his head upon his hand, "You will both be married three months from now."

Gwen was puzzled, "But, why me?"

Odin appeared bored, "My son needs to be taught a lesson, and I think marrying him off to a woman of your stature will humble him."

Gwen frowned, "Surely, there is a more qualified person you can find."

"No one more qualified than you," He laughed, "A virgin maid with no memories" He stared at her, "What a pathetic bride to be."

Gwen was offended, it might be true be she wasn't pathetic. "How can you be sure I'm a virgin?"

"You have a pretty face, but your breasts and buttocks could use some work." He said rather bluntly.

Gwen was appalled by this brute of a king. I mean if you ain't got something nice to say don't say anything at all.

"Even if you didn't have your virginity intact I would still marry you off to my son. He deserves an atrocious marriage." He made a motion to the doors, "You'll be moved into the royal wing and have a bedroom next to Loki's until you are married. Once you are married you'll both share a room. I expect Frigga will want to plan everything with you." He swiped the air with his hand, "Now, get out of my sight."

Gwen picked up her dress and left the throne room. She was shocked. No one had ever spoken to her that way. She didn't know what she had to do now. So, she set off to the royal wing.

It wasn't a long walk. Once she got there she heard a voice, "I have no idea who you are other than a harlot and a manwhore, but mark my words Guinevere Youf, you'll never be more than that to me."

Confused, Gwen walks towards the mysterious voice and found a woman, but it wasn't just any woman. It was the queen of Asgard, Frigga. "Hello, my dear, are you lost?"

"No, well yes." She sighed, "The Allfather said I was arranged to marry Loki, and that my new quarters will be in the royal wing, but I don't know where or what to do now, my lady."

The queen smiled, "Call me Frigga, my child." She grasped Gwen's hand and pulled her along to a room, "This will be your temporary bedroom."

Gwen looked around the room and noticed that is was significantly bigger than the shared maid's quarters. The queen sized bed was decorated in a light periwinkle color with giant pillows. The rest of the room was painted a deep purple with blue accents. There were two doors attached to the bedroom, she assumed they were the bathroom and closet.

She sat on the bed and Frigga did the same. "How are you feeling my dear?"

"I'm still processing." She replied truthfully, "Odin didn't seem like he expects this marriage to work out. In fact, he was quite adamant about it failing."

"He can be," Frigga looked upset, "Rude at times." She waved it off, "What's your name my dear?"

"Guinevere Youf, but please call me Gwen. Guinevere is too formal."

"That's a beautiful name. Tell me about yourself, Gwen."

Gwen made a face, "I don't have anything to tell. I've been a maid for the past year and a half, and besides that, I don't know."

"What do you mean, 'you don't know?'"

"I have a bad case of amnesia, and the healers say it's incurable." She sighed, "I'll never get my memories back."

"That's terrible." Frigga switched her tone, "What do you think about Loki?"

Gwen answered seriously, "I've never met him."

Frigga was flabbergasted, "How could you not have met him?"

"I only do mediocre chores, and I never see the royal family. Besides, Loki is always in his room and avoids everyone. I don't even know what he looks like."

"Then you're in for a treat my dear, he isn't ugly. Although, he isn't happy about this marriage."

"I'm not happy either. I'm being married to a man I don't know or have met. "

"You'll find a way through this bullshit." Frigga winked at her, "I did."

Frigga rose from the bed, "I'll see you at dinner tonight. Rest up until then and take a bath. There should be some dresses in the closet for you. Later, my dear." Like that, Frigga was gone.

She listened to Frigga and decided to take a bath. Gwen filled the bath with warm water and bathing oils. She stripped her maids dress, apron, and undergarments and sank into the bath water.

Gwen closed her eyes and rested for a while, "So, you're my betrothed." She opened her eyes to see a man with black raven hair and pale skin, "Prettier than I thought you'd be."

"Pardon?" She covered her breasts with her arms and sank into the bubbles of the bath.

"You don't have to hide from me, after all in three months time, I'll own all of you." He sneered, "Body, mind, and soul."

Gwen was furious, "Look you peeping tom, get out! Who even are you?"

"I'm your soon to be husband, princess, and I don't like your attitude. You'll show me respect, or else you'll be punished. I'll let it slide for now, but you will learn."

"What does that even mean?"

"You'll find out."

"Get out!"

Loki grinned, "See you at dinner little whore."

Before she could see anything he disappeared. She'd have to remember to ask Frigga about that. "I'm not a whore." She mumbled to herself.

She finished bathing and dried off. She walked into the bedroom to see a green dress laid out for her. Frigga must have come back and picked out a dress for her. It had a plunging neckline and it was backless. It showed more skin than she liked, but she wore it anyway. She found matching green stiletto heels than she ignored and looked in the closet for different ones that she could walk in, but she couldn't find anything else. She huffed and put on the green heels.

Time for dinner.