Talking It Through
Svalin spent days (and nights) mulling over her father's words and still hadn't come to an answer. She hadn't slept much and picked at her food. If she seemed distant or distracted it was because she had a lot on her mind. Even the rigors of the practice room hadn't helped to clear her mind or help her come to a decision.

On one hand she could ask her sister to take over responsibility of being the heiress presumptive and Svalin could join the Valkyries. It may, a big may, give her more freedom to protect her wife and son. Svalin didn't like the thought of passing responsibility off on her sister. Svalin had a streak of responsibility a few miles wide and this went against her nature.

On the other hand she could keep things like they were. It could put her son and wife at risk and she would always have to put Asgard as a higher priority. She would be doing her duty, the thing she was taught to do since she knew what duty was, to Asgard and would help her people. Did the needs of Asgard outweigh the needs of her wife and son?

She was one person and was being pulled in many directions.

Maybe it was time to talk to someone about this.

The bungalow they shared was quiet and she knew from the time that Solver was taking his daily nap. It was a good time to have a serious talk. She knocked lightly on the door to her wife's room.