Behemoth
The queen sat down on the bed in the room that was a bridge between realms and let out a wail that was hopeless and felt as if it tore the skin inside her throat as it rose up.
She'd summoned 'King Nathaniel' only after the last of the scream had died out, then sat staring at the dresser opposite the bed, fully prepared to do as she'd been told...
When the other god entered the room, she held her hand up toward him, palm out, to keep him at a distance. She knew she looked upset, but she didn't want him to rush her. Or touch her. "I told Thor I would end this. He wants me to be focused on Asgard. And to be happy. I've been told I'm unhappy, currently. Too stressed." She was still staring at the dresser and hadn't looked Nate in the eyes. Finally, the queen shifted her gaze to the dark-haired man. Just to be clear: "We're through, it's over. I can't be with you." You know, for the kingdom.