*Cheyenne's POV*
When I woke up, it wasn't any lighter than it was before I had turned in for the night. Hades, whose eyes were glassy with health and screeched that he was wide awake, seemed to think so, because he had said, " Ah, good morning, Cheyenne. Did you have a good sleep?"
I sat up to find myself still lying in Hades's lap. "Yes," I answered. "That was the most peaceful sleep I've had in forever, come to think of it." Hades grinned. "That's good to hear," he said, getting off of the bed. "Now, I have a friend I think you should meet. Come along, now." I nodded, and pulled myself off of the bed. "Alright," I said.
Hades lead me out of his room, and through the Underworld. To keep me safe from falling boulders, and the occasional shaking of the floor, he kept an arm around me, and made sure I was snug against him. He came to a spiral staircase, and started climbing.
There seemed to be hundreds of stairs. Maybe even thousands of them. As we progressed higher, the darkness slowly became more fluorescent. I assumed it was because we were coming up out of the Underworld, and into a temple-type structure that most likely belonged to the Gods.
Eventually, Hades came to a door that had rubies embedded in the edges. "Here we are," he said, gently pushing it open. Taking my hand, Hades ushered me into the room. It was warm in there. Not the unbearably hot kind of warm. A comforting kind of glow. The walls were a comforting shade of tannish yellow, and the floor was ashen and down-covered. The room was mostly empty, except for the velvety red couch, chartreuse bookshelf, glass coffee table, and the hearth - the first thing you were greeted with when you walked in.
Sitting in front of the fireplace was a woman. When Hades and I stepped in, she looked up with a fond grin. Her hair was bouncy with curls, and was a gorgeous shade of strawberry blonde. Her warm eyes were a shade of sea green, with eyelashes that were very long - nearly longer than mine! She wore a sleeveless, lavender top that had a vertical patch of pearl white, pearls aligning the edges of the white. She also had a scarlet dress that danced around her ankles, and beige, four-inch sandals.
Hades brought me over to this woman. "Cheye-...lo, I'd like you to meet Hestia," he said. I turned to Hestia, and gave her a shy grin. She beamed back, seemingly making the room even more toasty. "I need to go have a talk with Zeus about something, so you can stay here with her," he said. I nodded. "You'll be coming back, right?," I asked nervously. Hades smiled and nodded. "Yes. Of course I will be returning, don't worry," he reassured me.
Hades gave my shoulder and affectionate nudge before heading out. After he was gone, I turned to Hestia. "Hello there, Shylo," she said. "You're the new goddess I've heard about, right?" I nodded. "Y-yes, I am," I said. I didn't really know what to say at first, so I played with my nails a little at first. When I finally looked up, I opened my mouth and said, "So...do you like having Hades as a brotherrr?" Then instantly regretted it.
Hestia blinked, then smiled again with a little giggle. "I guess so," she said. "I don't get to see him very much, because he's always stored in the Underworld. And don't tell him I told you, but he's really shy." She paused for a second before continuing on. "I think he might like you."
I could feel myself blush deeply. Did I tell her? Hestia seemed extremely trustworthy, so it wouldn't hurt, would it...? "I...I think I like him, too," I said. Hestia smiled. "Oh, really?," she said. And it wasn't that long before the two of us were talking about the other male gods, and my crush on Hades. I knew I could trust Hestia.