I'm just not myself." Persephone whispered to Hecate.
Hecate's hands stilled against the child's hair. She frowned. Of course the entirety of the underworld knew it to be true. Persephone their Lord's bride had lost her bubbly nature in the past months. It showed upon her face, her eyes were rimmed with black form lack of restful sleep.
"Dear child. I see two yellow eyes. Oh and there are your freckled cheeks. I see a button nose. And your full lips. You are still you my dear." Hecate said pointing out each feature in the mirror. Persephone looked down. Hecate had once again missed the point. She was different now,
she used to be the goddess of flowers of corn. She needed Helios rays upon her, the grass under her, freshness in the air. Hecate didn't understand that.
"I send you away, Hecate." Persephone said. "My lord husband will arrive soon." Hecate placed her hand upon Persephone's shoulders, but wordlessly she vanished.
Persephone sighed fingering her wedding band. She loved hades. Had been so overjoyed when he asked her to run away with him, to be his queen.
She remembered his pale skin reflecting in the sun. So white she thought him ill! "My lord are you alright?" She had asked finding him in the fields one day. "As long as you are here in front of me my lady how can I be anything else?" He had said back. Her heart still beat quicker at this thought.
It wasn't Hades. It was this place. This realm she was supposed to rule and care for.
There was a knock upon her chamber door. She willed it to open and so it did.
"My wife." Hades came in with a wide smile. "How do you fare? Hecate tells me you are unhappy once more?"
Persephone stood to greet him with a kiss. "Hecate has a terrible habit of sharing my secrets." She said before laying her lips upon his. "I shall have to find another confidant to drop melancholy thoughts off at." Persephone laughed.
Hades smiled grabbing his wife up. "Is the ruler of the underworld not melancholy enough for your troubles?" He asked in earnest. Sitting both of them down in a red arm chair, Persephone in his lap as a wife should be.
Her lips quirked up in a small smile. "And how am I to trouble you with every little worry on my mind? There are not enough minutes in the day." She began to stroke his beard.
"And yet I would listen for each minute everyday for eternity if it made you smile once again." Her gave her another kiss. "I have something for you my honeybee." He pulled out a flower crafted entirely of gemstones. "Here you cannot make flowers, but I promise I will craft you a entire garden if you wish it." His voice wavered. "If you promise you will smile."
And for the first time in a long time Persephone saw the sun.
It was trapped now in her husband's eyes.