Sigyn, Goddess Of Victory

Freya

 The queen slowly made her way down the narrow, dimly lit staircase leading to her secret chamber. As she descended, her mind was filled with thoughts of her recent actions. She couldn't help but wonder if she had made the right decisions, or if she had made a grave mistake.

Despite her doubts, Freya knew she had to press on. She couldn't let anyone know about her secret chamber, or the things she had done within its walls. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she took a deep breath and pushed aside the heavy stone door. 

Inside the chamber, the queen was surrounded by darkness. But even in the dim light, she could see the evidence of her deeds. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings and symbols, all of which held deep meaning to her.

As she stood there, lost in thought, the queen couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had accomplished so much, and had kept it all hidden from the rest of the world. But at the same time, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had crossed a line.

The queen walked over to a raven, perched upright. She smiled, a wicked smile, and sighed. "I do pity you. It truly is a shame they haven't noticed how you've changed." She spoke to the raven. "Not even your own wife, who was raised by witches, knows your soul is not your soul." She continued, walking to a jar of beetles. Freya picked one up, watching it squirm and writhe in her frim grasp. 

Freya held it up for the raven to see, then threw it up in the air. The raven flapped it's deep black wings, flying up and snatching the bug within it's beak. The queen walked up to a mirror. An empty soul stared back at her. 

"It's not my fault."

It's your fault

"You left me no choice."

Why did you do this to me?

Freya turned away, and back to the raven. It was perched up on a pedestal. 
Freya walked away, back up the stairs.