hardzephiel

Nótt just couldn’t shake the lingering thoughts swirling in her mind as she gleamed over the serene night sky and dusk-strewn plains while out in the plains just a hop and skip by the Askr castle. Trying to reflect in her quarters was nigh impossible on account of the too small bedding not being crafted to accommodate her towering, beautifully muscular Jötun body.   The entire situation with not only Niđavellir invading and getting involved with the Order of Heroes’ fight against them was less than smooth. And with more than a King’s ransom worth of shame, it was her own... lack of restraint that made the already tricky situation more drawn out than it needed to be.   Indeed, Nótt was an elegant Jötun. But she still was a young woman. And beneath her composed disposition was a love-struck girl. Such need for romantic attention lead her to believe the lies of Ótr, a Prince and key player of invading the other kingdoms in service to his step-brother and King: Fáfnir. Easily wooing the