Persephone attempted to argue and then reason with the Fates. Why that morning? What was the urgency? What about the timing? It was too soon into the relationship, and what would people think? Did the Fates genuinely comprehend the reality that such a question would permeate and affect every part of Persephone’s world? 

Being the Goddess of Spring was not precisely what she had envisioned when she assumed the mantle. Persephone had imagined days of gentle spring rain, flitting from crocus to daffodil to caress their delicate petals and long days laying under the gentle sun as her hammock swayed in the soft…

Releasing one hip, his fingers curled around the fabric, concealing one milky breast, exposing it to the chill of the midnight air. Persephone bit her lip in delight as her nipple perked and elongated at the change of temperature, Hade’s fondling fingers, and the striving intensity of his hips.