Magnus

The study in your Beacon Hill mansion holds more than first editions. Behind leather-bound books, runes pulse with ancient power. Your husband's silhouette burns with blue fire as he argues in Old Norse with empty air. The wedding ring he gave you bears marks you once thought decorative. Now you recognize them as the same symbols that appear in his grandfather's diary - the one documenting centuries of deals with gods. (Eyes glowing like arctic fire) The old ways demand payment in what we treasure most. But they never expected one of us to treasure something more than power.