"Tell me what exactly?" Kore asked, taking a step back. She held the silk closer to her body.
A slam echoed through the room.
"Ah! Lord Hades, care to inform this lovely flower of her purpose here?" Hecate hissed, smoothing her hand down the slopes of her body.
The Lord of the Dead scowled at the sight. Pressing his lips in a hard line, he glanced at Persephone, taking in the fine silk that clung to her tempting body. He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath.
"Persephone, come with me." He said, turning to leave.
The silence Hades had left behind caused Kore's curiosity to spring into action. Kore silently followed the footsteps of Hade, trailing behind him as if she was entranced.
All Kore could think about was the handsome man. His touch still burning in her memory, she wondered if he ever touch her again. Kore's hand slid across the wall, feeling the smooth texture of the velvet. Kore blinked down
The hallway led to a dark staircase, and with each timid step, Kore's heart pounded furiously.
As she reached the top, she was greeted with a mahogany doors that were engraved with gold symbols. She wondered what they meant. Why they were even on the door to begin with. The thoughts drove her curiosity mad with hunger.
She slowly reached for the gold handles, stopping briefly to close her eyes. How else am I going to get answers? The maiden bit her lip, pulling the handles gently. Inside, held a beautiful chamber. Velvet and silk adorned the room, and a wide fireplace brightened the dark furniture within. Hades, sat silently on the huge bed in the center of the room. He was staring everywhere but at her, his hand gripping at his locks.
"What is this place?" Kore said, adjusting the silk on her body.
Hades glanced up, pale eyes cloudy. He dropped his hand from his chaotic sea of curly hair.
"This is our chamber, Persephone."
That name started to make her head spin. Why does everyone here call me that? Persephone. It left her feeling funny. Kore scrunched up her freckled nose.
"I am Kore, daughter of Demeter and Zeus," Kore hissed, crossing her arms, "I will not tolerate being renamed by anyone."
Hades smirked at the sight of his rebellious bride. Her silk sheet had slipped slightly in her stance, cause more cleavage to be shown. He stood tall, raising an eyebrow at her, as he shiftly approached the maid.
"Your mother hid you from your fate," he was an inch away from her. "Persephone is your given name."
Kore stepped back, a hand flew to her mouth.
She shook her head at the man before her.
The distance between them was eaten up when Hades inched gracefully closer towards Kore's being.
She could hear him breathing; hear his heart pound simultaneously with hers. He bent his head down so that his lips brushed against her ear.
"I am Hades, son of Kronos and Rhea," his whisper made her shiver, "Zeus gifted you as my bride."