Chapter 9
Balder looks at Astrid as if she's grown another nose while conjuring a frilly handkerchief before wiping his face. "I can see you are overcome with joy." With a wave of his hand, he magics away her allergies while magically applying makeup on her face to conceal her puffiness. Happy with his work, the brunette carries her out of her chambers, down the hall and into the banquet hall. The hall is full of food. Nothing the couple, the nobles offer halfhearted cheers.
Finally able to think and breath clearly, the young and pissed off sorcerer cast a spell, quickly riding herself of the dress and makeup. "I didn't wanna do this, especially not in front of anyone." She stands taller. "I literally just met this guy a few minutes ago. I don't even know where I am but it sure as shit isn't Asgard."
The sorceress looks around while taking a calming breath. "Can one of you noble people explain where I am and why this..." The confused half-breed blanks on the prince's name. "This Bolder guy thinks I wanna marry him?" Astrid ask in hopes that one of them is willing to give her a true answer.
