Desire and possessiveness

"My Lord, it's still hard to believe that you're getting married. I've prepared the guest list for you," Arthur said, extending a sheet of paper secured to a clipboard towards Odin.

Odin set his goblet on the table beside the recliner and quickly scanned the list. "It looks good to me," he replied, satisfied.

"I'll proceed with the invitations then, My Lord," Arthur confirmed.

"Make sure to bring me the first printed card. I'll need to deliver it personally to the palace," Odin instructed. Arthur bowed respectfully before leaving the room.

After finishing his drink and setting the empty goblet back on the table, Odin couldn't help but wonder what Venus was up to. The thought tugged at him, and with his inhuman speed, it didn't take long for him to arrive outside her room.

He leaped onto the gallery leading to Venus's room and noticed that the balcony door was slightly ajar. Without hesitation, he stepped inside.