I held my breath as I watched her. She seemed to feel the need to take it all in, her eyes and hands wandering. I felt a moment of relief that I'd brought her to my throne room, rather than one of the halls or my bedroom. She looked so damn innocent standing there. She was so beautiful, surely I was dreaming. There was no way such a vibrant young goddess would want to be here with me, but as I continued to watch her I could not miss the curious pleasure she seemed to take with every detail.
Her sun kissed skin against the white of her toga, it stood out against the greys and blacks of my underworld. My throne room, elaborate as it may be, was meant to intimidate even the most malicious of hearts and she was one of the kindest. I should never have brought her here kept racing through my mind.
She went to my throne running her hand along the cool black marble, a smile playing on her face. "Where's the light coming from?"
I took a step toward her, but thought it best not to get too close. I didn't need her frightened of me, it would be hard to recover for her and I. "I can make it brighter if you want." She looked at me turning the full force of her smile and I felt my gut clench.
"Would you mind?" I shook my head instantly sending my power through the room, brightening it. It seemed to emanate from where the walls met the high ceilings, brightening it only chased away some of the shadow I was constantly surrounded with. She laughed observing the change, then bent to feel the floor. It was made of the same tile of Olympus, but so much darker. As if midnight had caught the clouds and decided to make home there.
She looked around, studying the doors on both sides, before skipping to the window on the other side. I followed, leaning on the doorway. This would be the moment. I steeled myself for her request to go home.