The story gets happier I promise?

I wake up to a rather bright room. The familiar blue-ness is always there, but now… lighter. Much, much lighter. At least a few bits brighter than what I'm used to. I look around, confused. When the room's so bright I saw things I hadn't noticed before...Colors are more vibrant, patterns on the walls, and… there's a pair of arms that aren't letting me go.

What.

He is here. My...husband. He is holding onto me and smiling slightly. I sigh softly. His hair is messed up, I notice. The feared lord of the Underworld has bedhead. I smile at this, despite my hatred for him. It's kind of odd to think about, how someone who kidnapped me and rules such a terrifying place and basically is just a rather scary person all together deals with such mundane stuff as bedhead and probably knots in his hair.

His arms are still around me, which I notice with a frown. I am very much pinned down to the bed. I am facing him and staring at his sleeping face dully. It's almost as bright as if I'd woken up in the sun and I am all the more happy because of it.

I'd be even happier if he'd release his death grip [pun intended, I thought] and let me go. Perhaps even leave.

This is the first time he's stayed in bed with me when I woke up. From the looks of it, he is still asleep. Unless he has some kind of hidden talent for pretending. Jeez, he's really not waking up. Bored, I shift and look up at the ceiling. There's actually a lot of details in it, wow.

I am disturbed from my ceiling inspection by a movement from the now less-than sleeping person next to me.

I look over at him, and he looks at me with embarrassment and confusion.

"You're awake," He says, voice slightly deeper than usual.

"And now so are you." I respond in monotone. He looks ashamed.

"I'm uh, I'm sorry about waking up late." He mumbled, sitting up. I sit up with him as he slides out of bed.

"Why is it so bright?" I ask. He blushes slightly and looks away.

"Um… Well maybe it's happy?" He says stupidly. I stare at his flushed cheeks.

"What, the Underworld?" I ask with a raised eyebrow

"Um, yeah." He responds sheepily.

"All right, if you say so... I hope it's happy more often then. It almost looks like sunlight." I say. "I miss the sun" I almost whisper. He looks at me intently and walks over.

"I love you." He says, sitting on my bed. "And if you want a brighter Underworld, then so be it. My only regret is that I cannot let you free." He tells me. I look at him in annoyance.

"Well obviously you can, after all, what's stopping you? And you do not regret not letting me go, because if you regret something that means you wouldn't do it again." I say angrily.

"Persephone," He says, looking into my eyes. "You are right, there is nothing stopping me from letting you go. Except for my love for you! You are my queen," He says. I back away and stare at him coldly.

"Well as much as I'd love to be your Queen here, I dunno. I mean, you did kind of kidnap, rape, and practically lock me down here in the Underworld with you…." I say sarcastically. He looks unashamed.

"Yes." He responds simply. "And that was an awful thing to do, I know." He sounded like he was informing me of the weather instead of talking about every hardship I've faced in the past however many weeks. I roll my eyes at him.

"Speaking of you doing horrible things to me, how long have I been down here?" I ask.

"Well, about two months." He replies thoughtfully.

"Two months?" I clarify, incredulous. He nods.

"Yeah, that sounds about right." I growl at him.

"Hades!" I yell. "Why wouldn't you tell me before this? I've been here for two months, oh Zeus!" I watched as Hades' face darkened considerably.

"Don't you dare use my brother's name while we are in the bedroom!" He almost yells. I gasp in anger and shock.

"Oh, bedroom? Bedroom? How dare you imply that we would ever do anything ever again! You promised!" I half yell, half sob. He looks at me and softens a bit.

"Oh, sweetie I'm sorry." He says, putting his hands on my shoulders. I blink back my tears and push him away.

"I'm not your sweetie." I snarl. "And I want you to leave right now." I say firmly. He looks at me with sadness and shock. I practically push him out the door and slam it behind him.

I take a deep breath in and out. I knew there would be repercussions for this 'conversation' we just had, and was not looking forward to it. Making sure the door could not be opened, I look back at the bed. It was hard to think that he was laying there just a few minutes prior.

It was hard to think that I had been wanting for more than just a voiceless entity sleeping beside me every night just a few days prior.