Oh Jeez, I am on a roll here aren't I with all this writing... I've already written three chapters and part of the next. Blah,I think I gonna have to implement an update schedule soon.

But you want the next chapter, right? (hopefully), So here it is.

He came to me many nights after that.

Not every night, but enough to make me almost… used to his presence next to me at night. We never did anything more than lay in eachother's arms, and I find myself thankful for that, for despite my somewhat experience on the subject of… ahem, usual things couples do in bed… I really did not want to do it again.

I realize the so-called 'necessity' of that night, but I do not see why it was necessary, I mean, wouldn't marriage be enough?

Though I am naive, I am in no ways weak. It is demeaning now, to be forced into a loveless marriage. And now I am forced down here with no people nor even my mother to brighten my day.

I never was a social person, as a young girl I had problems making friends. It was not any fault of theirs or mine, I just was not the most social of people. Besides, I was kind of annoying. And where would I even see other children my age? I barely ever did. It was just me, my thoughts, and mom. To be fair though, my mom and I were very close. I can only hope I shall be able to see her again, perhaps when Hades finally tires of me and lets me stray to the surface. I do think that there will come a day when Hades does not force me down here, as he has stated many times that I cannot leave. I tried twice, each time a failure.

However now, with his arms around me and my back pressed to his chest as he gently caresses me even in sleep, I doubt that he will tire of me as soon as I hope.

The Underworld is not bright in the night. I can only assume it is night, for the only time I can see things clearer is in the so-called 'day' here. And Hades' comings and going to see me is the only full recognition I can get of general times. I wake up in the morning alone in bed and when my husband has not slept there last night, he comes and asks me out. I decline, for what good would it do to know a prison?

When he comes at night begging me to let him sleep with me, he leaves before I wake up, and does not ask for me to come out.

It is becoming later, and I scoot a little closer to his warm body in the dark. He pulls me closer, seemingly happy to be near me. He is so warm, the only time I am warm is when I am either curled up in a mountain of blankets or next to him. It saddens me to think that I shall spend the rest of eternity being cold. Oh, how warm I am right now, though! I find myself emotionally exhausted at all times these days, and sleep seems like a good idea. I drift off knowing that I am warm, if nothing else.

For now.