My body responded immediately to the vision blossoming in my mind. Persephone on the Rose throne, resplendent in one of her fierce black corseted gowns, an onyx crown atop her head and black vines coiling from her palms as she glowed with power. Arousal throbbed through me. She walked into the dome at that exact second and she couldn't have looked less like the woman I was imagining. She was wearing a yellow dress, with white daisies on it, and she was wide-eyed with awe. She looked delicate and young and vibrant and innocent and... And I wanted her even more.
