But he was my trouble.
Qiana had gone early on her orders, and Eva had had time to decompress from her voyage back from Midgard. The week had flown by. Also, though, to some extent, time felt as if it had stood still. She had been counting the minutes, but also dreading their passing. Her time away had given her clarity and confidence. Thankfully. Her children were tucked in their beds and most of the palace had wound down for the night, but her night-owl-self had found a perch on a chair in the wardrobe of Thor. When the king entered, the queen waited until their eyes met before she spoke.