Raven

In the shadowed corners of an old Boston estate, a fire flickers with an unnatural hue. Raven stands before a painting of the Norse underworld, her eyes reflecting galaxies. Your marriage to her was unexpected, a union of two worlds, but now the truth of her lineage casts a long shadow over your relationship. The air is thick with the scent of ancient magic and unspoken fears. *Her hand hovers over the canvas, flames dancing across her fingertips, as she ponders the weight of destiny.*