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“Careless planting delivers a poor harvest.”
Draped down the front of her clothes were more jewels than the oldest, richest dynasty could hope to acquire in all its generations, much less a single mortal in a short lifetime. Any one of the rubies in her hair could ransom a princess.
“Forgive me, my lord,” Thanatos said, pushing at Sisyphus’s shoulder. “I forgot to mention that this one does not shut up. Ever.”
“You never need bow before me, Queen of the Underworld,”
Then hear this, my Persephone, he said, focused and intent. I am yours. I am yours alone and I love you. Don’t ever doubt that. Not ever. I was as dead as this kingdom before you came to me. I am alive with you.
“Really, then? In your heart of hearts, I wonder… which one of our sovereigns would you rather deal with, coward?”
“Answer her name, and you’re a fool. Answer his, and you’re a liar.
“This is Chthonia, boy. The eternal realm. You are an interloper from the corporeal world. And if you doubt my prior question, then remember that we didn’t come begging you for the flow of shades to stop.
“Ela,” Aidon said, motioning him forward. The boy remained rooted where he stood. “It’s alright. I’m not as scary as you’d think.” The shade took one cautious step, and then another. “But you’re scary sometimes?” “Only when I have to be,” Aidon said, the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his eyes.
If she weren’t already in love with Aidoneus, this moment would have made her his.
Hades and Persephone Chthonios, rulers of the Underworld, sat beside each other on their thrones.
Stay. I cannot. “Please stay,” he whispered hoarsely.
I don’t want my life to be as it was. I don’t want to forget you, Aidoneus. No matter how painful losing you will be.
He didn’t want to embarrass his beloved by telling all the secrets of their bedchamber. Or their garden. Or their throne room. Or the pool. Or the walls and tables and a dozen other places in their palace.
“Sisyphus is dangerous, mother.” Persephone said as the Oneiroi lifted into the air and circled about them again. She reached out toward the circle of flames and pulled their destination closer. The walled citadel of Ephyra appeared before them in the widening pathway through the ether. The Queen of the Underworld took a step toward it and looked at her mother one last time. “But so am I.”
“There is a reason the condemned are told in my husband’s court to abandon all hope when they are sentenced to Tartarus. Hope is the greatest curse there. All you will have is desire, the illusion that you can possibly escape. Your obsession with escaping your fate will follow you to the Pit. The stone will roll down upon you every day and you will keep pushing, mindlessly, endlessly, for all time.”
“I, Persephone Praxidike Chthonios, sentence you to Tartarus, where your mind will burn with hope, your body will be broken by your task, and your tale will be a dire warning for anyone who tries to escape my husband,”
“Are you real?” He cupped her face in his hands. Persephone started crying. “Yes. I’m real.”
“One, who is twice woven, cannot remain your own.” “Two, the ether bound, who shines the torch in darkness.” “Three, the blessed harbinger, who reaps the reaper’s heart.” “All at last aeon’s end,” they said together, “And all to end the aeon.”
“An island for a goddess queen’s bride gift? You merit nothing less than a continent.”