Chapter 239: Sibling Love
With an air of authority, General Odin stormed into the training ground, his commanding presence immediately demanding attention. Beside him, Freya, regal and fierce, matched his intensity with a steely gaze.
"You brats," Odin shouted, his voice echoing off the stone walls, "How dare you bully your sister?" The air crackled with tension, and the early morning sunlight filtering through the trees lining the winding cobblestone path that divided the training ground from the manor cast a dramatic glow on the scene, amplifying the weight of his words.
Seven pairs of eyes spun around to face the couple.
"Father, Mother," they chorused.
With a confident gait, Freya approached Lara, her eyes sparkling with warmth. She wrapped her arms around her daughter in a swift, heartfelt embrace, pulling her close.
"Mother, I am sweaty," Lara protested, but inside, she revelled in the older woman’s warmth. She looked at her closely, and now that it was morning, she realized that her mother still looked young and beautiful.
"All of you, go wash up so we can have breakfast. Do not let your sister go hungry." Freya spoke firmly but with a warmth that a mother’s voice normally carried.
"Father!" Percival and Peridur said at the same time. "But, we have not sparred with our sister, yet."
Odin sighed. "Aren’t you ashamed? The six of you are fighting your sister. What kind of brothers are you?"
"Father, we are showing our sibling love to our sister," Asael grinned.
"Incredulous!" Odin crossed his sinewy arms across his chest. "What kind of sibling love is that?"