"I asked him for it.
For the blood, the rust,
for the sin.
I didn't want the pearls other girls talked about,
or the fine marble of palaces, or even the roses in the mouth of servants.
I wanted pomegranates--
I wanted darkness
I want him.
So I grabb...
"I want to discuss Hades," the man said, closing the door behind him.
"What about him?"
"He's so different now. It's beginning to worry me."
"I know, Thanatos," I responded, sitting in one of the parlor's chairs. "I heard he sent a servant to Tartarus."
Thanatos nodded. "Yeah, Morpheus, he did. I retrieved the poor boy."
"What can we do? If this continues, no spirit will have a fair trial. He's already sent one to Tartarus in a fit of rage."
"Perhaps, the only thing we can do is bring him and his lover together once more?"
"If we do that, Hades loses his kingdom. Not to mention—our homes."
"Yes, I am aware. Do you think that Hades will calm down? Or do we ban him from trials for a few months?"
"No, he will not react well if we ban him. I think you are right in bringing them together once again. Plus, I do like the idea of the Underworld having a queen. His loneliness has plagued him for far too long."
Thanatos laughed, shaking his head. "I can't believe that we are discussing Hades' love-life." I cracked a smile. "But what do you think we should do?"
I sat back in my chair. "I have a few things in mind. But we need my father, Charon, and Hekate, as well."
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I leaned back on my knees and wiped the sweat off of my forehead. My lavender roses are thriving this year. The bush sprouted several large flowers—much to my delight. They all had gorgeous petals. I decided to take a break from my gardening and head inside for some water and food. I pulled off my gloves and put away my tools.
I took my pink tourmaline and opal ring off the pin—I pin it to my shirt while I garden so I don't lose it—and slid it back onto my wedding finger. The silver ring had an opal center stone with small pink tourmalines surrounding it. When I opened the door to the kitchen, the smell of something frying hit my nose. I smiled at Aidon at the stove.
"Hi, momma!" a child's voice called to the left of me. The little girl had straight, dark hair gathered up in pigtails and Aidon's electric-blue eyes. She seemed about three-years-old. She waved her chubby arm at me.
I smiled and approached her high chair. I kissed her hair. "Hi, Calandra."
Aidon transferred the sandwich that he grilled onto a plate and walked toward me. "Here, magnolia. I was about to call you inside for this, but you beat me to it."
He tried to kiss me, but I stepped backward. "No, don't. I'm super sweaty and dirty. I'm going to take a shower."
He grinned, set the plate on the counter, and yanked me to his chest. "The first time I met you, you were gardening. Do you think that I care?"
