Despite the world being thrown into chaos once again, this time, everything was different for one person. She was the noblest of existences, once a goddess from a real above, doomed to fall because of her arrogance and refusal to become a tool.
Her name was Freyja Larum Asteria, princess of the Silver Lance.
"Lady Freyja, will you accept my proposal?" Asked a handsome man with hair as gold as the stars and eyes like the moon shimmering with radiance.
"Aries, huh... Sorry, but I am not interested in you." Freyja's voice was cold and empty as she seemed to gaze into the distance, her body and eyes lacking any life or desire.
"What do you mean? I am the strongest god in this realm. I defeated all your suitors! Your father--"
"What about that bastard? Did he perhaps tell you I would wed you if you did this?"
