Hermes spoke, still lingering near the doors. “Well, that could have gone better.” “Why are you still here?” Hades snapped. “He was babysitting me,” Persephone said, whirling to face him. “Or did you forget?” Hades returned her angry stare. “How can you say you wish for me to be your queen when, given the opportunity to treat me as your equal, you fuck it up completely? Does your word mean nothing?” They were the words he had used against her, and they stung. But he deserved them. He wanted to speak, but Persephone turned, took Hermes’s arm, and left the throne room.
