Venus rapped lightly on the door before gently pushing it open, revealing Odin seated in a grand, high-backed chair, absorbed in deciphering a parchment. The room was bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, casting flickering shadows on the ancient tomes that lined the shelves.
As Odin lowered the parchment and glanced up, his piercing gaze met Venus standing timidly in the doorway. His expression softened slightly, though his demeanor remained stern.
"What do you want?" Odin asked with curiosity.
Venus took a tentative step into the room, closing the heavy oak door behind her with a soft click. She nervously clasped her hands together, her gaze shifting momentarily to the intricate patterns of the rug beneath her feet.
"Umm..." Venus began as she struggled to articulate her thoughts.
Realizing her hesitation, Odin's stern facade softened just a fraction. "I can't read minds," he reminded her.
