"Welcome to my palace, Richard Forster," Freya said.
The goddess of love and war looked down at me from above. After a long flight of ivory-white steps, she was seated upon her golden throne. I recognized her the moment I laid eyes on her.
Her beauty was astonishing. She had fair, flawless skin without a single mark. Unlike her statue in the Lost Temple, her face wasn't covered by a veil. Her eyes were as blue as the sea, and her white hair was styled into two buns on each side of her head.
Her body was wrapped in an alluring sleeveless white dress that outlined her sculpted figure, and her large breasts were accentuated by a beautiful V-neckline.. The dress exposed her gorgeous legs, with the sides open showing part of her tights.
I quickly bowed, remembering that I was in the presence of a divinity and did not wish to provoke her displeasure. "Lady Freya, to what do I owe the honor of standing in your presence?"
