That was more than a touch maddening. “So, what are you asking of me, then? Are you expecting my blessing in this? Because that is not going to happen. Ever.” Her eyes narrowed. “But... no, you haven't done anything wrong. But how many others do you think will believe that? Three? Maybe four? And the stares and whispers, Sigyn... Because it doesn't have to be about anything you've done wrong.”
Frigg uncrossed her hands and went to the window to pull the drapes back and let in a bit more light. “No. It's about the reputation of a man who lies square to someone's face when it suits him. A man who flits from land to land as it piques his fancy... which in a certain instance left my husband with the task of... relocating those...” She had to pause and remind herself to not say monsters since Sigyn would obviously be sensitive on this subject, “three children, to avoid them being assassinated in his absence by a rampaging group that feared them.” With the ropes now holding them back, she finished, “the same man who will shake another man's hand, share a drink with him... and then seduce that man's wife behind his back.
“You don't have to do anything wrong, dear. He's done enough.” Frigg sighed. She could really use something warm to eat and drink. This first, though. “And I have no idea what sort of games he's playing with you that all you are brought around for is chatter and tabletop entertainment, but that certainly is something you should consider and consider well.”
She moved to a small cushioned bench near an already stoked fire and rubbed at her temple. She had no where enough sleep to prepare her for dealing with this. But, would she ever?