Bringing those new musings...
It was her first full day as a real, honest-to-goodness ruler, and Eva had an agenda longer than her boots were tall. She'd beaten Tress to the chase - dressed an hour after dawn. The court deserved a morning to sleep in. So did the King, but their work beckoned. "The wedding hasn't ended," she told her husband apologetically, "there's still time for us." The first night of an Asgardian wedding? Just the popping of the cork. There was a council gathering in minutes, and the King and Queen had called for it. They ought not to be late.