Proserpina's sheer white gown glided behind her as she walked, making her feel as if she was floating across the marble floors. She took a sip from her wine goblet and smiled at her whispering Grand Aunts as she passed by.
"Proserpina!" Her Grand Uncle Neptune wrapped his arm around her neck and pulled her closer. "It's been such a long time since I last saw you. I couldn't believe how much older you were. It's only been a few years."
Proserpina smiled. "That's because I'm human, Uncle."
Neptune chuckled, "yes, that's right you are. I always forget."
Embarrassed, he pressed his lips together. "You must come visit me sometime." He changed the subject. "I know Minerva would love to have you there as well." He gripped her shoulder a little tighter. "You know your a beautiful young lady who should be thinking about marriage. I've got a grandson I think you should meet." He raised a brow. "I've also got a granddaughter if you would prefer her."
Proserpina felt sick. She'd had offers of marriage before but this was really embarrassing. She knew he meant well and she really didn't want to hurt his feelings.
"I know both of them would be honored to be considered by you. If you come to my kingdom I can arrange a meeting for you."
Proserpina could only guess what was rolling around in his head and forced a smile. "I would love to, Uncle. We will have to plan a time that is convenient for both of us."
There was never going to be a convenient time.
Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw her Uncle Vulcan approaching.
"Excuse me, Uncle, but may I steal away Proserpina." Vulcan was going to rescue her.
"By all means, please steal her away." Neptune gestured towards her. His eyes met hers. "We shall be seeing each other very soon, Proserpina." He smiled then turned away.
Proserpina stood there for a moment, completely embarrassed.
"What was all that about?" Vulcan stepped in front of her line of sight.
She wrapped her arm around his and he turned and led her towards the opposite side of the room. "He suggested marriage and wants me to meet his grandson or granddaughter."
Her Uncle chuckled. "Ah, that sneaky devil, I was going to suggest you marry my grandson." He teased.
Proserpina laughed and playfully punched his arm. "I love you dear Uncle, but I will not marry an eleven-year-old. Besides his mother would be furious."
He chuckled. "I thought it was your father that was supposed to be furious."
"That's not funny." Mars glared at Vulcan, killing all their fun.
Her Uncle swallowed. "I have a gift for you Proserpina." He changed the subject. Vulcan held up his opened palms and a sword fell into his hands. Proserpina inhaled sharply. It was beautiful. The gleaming hilt was molded to look like the wings of a golden bird.
"A new sword," Proserpina said breathlessly.
Vulcan placed it in her hands. She unsheathed it and held the blade up so she could examine the craftsmanship. It was so sharp, she knew if she ran her finger along its edge, it would slice into her like butter. Vulcan had really outdone himself this time, this was a real work of art. A big old grin came onto her face.
"I think she likes it, Vulcan." Her father chuckled as he patted his brother on the shoulder.
"I do. Thank you, Uncle. I will cherish it." Proserpina slid the sword back into its sheath.
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Daughter of Mars
FantasyShe was born amongst the dead on a desrted battlefield. Unaware of her surroundings, and unaware of what she had lost, she peacefully slept in her deceased mother's arms. If not for the Mercy of Juno, she would have died that day with her mother. Bo...
