As Persephone lay in the cool grass the shade offered her, a chill crept across her body. She wondered if invoking his name would really bring her estranged husband to her as Demeter feared. She was still, her cheek on the ground, her hand pressed into the dirt, her fingers tapping the ground. "Hades…" she whispered. "My king…"

Hades is bitter at the world after being betrayed by the gods; Persephone feels frustrated and trapped by her mother. The two are fated to meet, but is that enough to keep them together?