“A girl to whom Artemis was devoted. They were dearest friends. Her name was Persephone.” “Persephone, the queen of the Underworld?” I asked. Crocale nodded. “They were girls together. Their most cherished place the island of Sicily, where they would play in the meadows and gather violets. They had both sworn to a life without men, like all of us have done.”
This has NO historical precident but I'll let it slide for now.
