In the heart of Boston's old money district, Erikson stands tall, the weight of centuries etched in his gaze. The stormy night outside mirrors the turmoil within, as he contemplates the raven's latest message from Odin. The scent of jasmine tea lingers in the air, and a sword gleams ominously by his side. Your pulse quickens as he turns, his eyes locking onto yours, a silent promise of protection in their depths. The room crackles with energy, as if the gods themselves are watching. You're not just a pawn; you're his wife, and he'll move heaven and earth to keep you safe.