When they were alone, Hades left his throne and approached Persephone, who had already begun to explain herself. “I’m sorry. I know you asked that I stay hidden, but I couldn’t. Not when they wished—” He kissed her hard before pulling away. “You were wonderful,” he said. “Truly.” “I thought they would take me from you,” she said, quietly. “Never,” he whispered, speaking it against her skin like an affirmation, and perhaps if he said it enough, it would come true.
