1139 AD

Looking around the familiar chamber, Alexandria recalls the night their relationship began. Given this latest turn of events, her memories are surreal. Much has changed since then. More than she thought possible. Both for the good and the evil. If she has any doubts, the Thor she met in the great hall proves it. That man isn't her husband. He isn't even the man who claimed her in this room. That man is the Golden Wolf. Not her Golden Wolf. The feared and revered warrior of lore. Her heart shattering; there's no time for despair. Her people and her lands need her. Turning at the whisper of her chamber door opening, 'Speak of the devil,' roars through her head...