Doria woke up more sore than before. She got up out of bed and limped to the bathroom. The shower she had last night wasn't a very good way to get clean, and she did get dirty again. She dug the soap into her skin and the shampoo and conditioner in her hair. Doria untangled her hair, shaved, and completed all of the necessary hygiene needs. She felt like a new woman afterwards.

Wrapping a towel around her, Doria exited the bathroom to find a dark-blue toga waiting for her on the bed. She smiled, and quickly put it on. The toga was a perfect fit, and seeing it on her body made Doria feel special. The toga glittered like the night sky and it complemented her tan skin, and it felt like silk.

Doria left the room, and was met by a guard dressed in black, and was led to the dining room. The moment her eyes laid on the table, a feeling of bliss spread throughout her body. A plate of scrambled eggs, sausages, blue pancakes drenched in syrup, avocado toast, and a cup of orange juice laid on a midnight black tablecloth with a silvery white undercoat. The meal was dressed in a mouth-watering manner, and the smell was something she definitely couldn't ignore.

She sprinted to the table and began eating. By the time Doria reached the pancakes, her hunger started to fade and she remembered what she had agreed to. Marrying the King of the Pit. It sounds crazy now that she thinks about it. And instead of killing her, he has sex with her. Doria knows she's most likely pregnant, but why would Tartarus want to marry her? Surely, there's a better woman for the position?

"Good morning, my love," a deep voice popped up behind her as harsh hands planted themselves on her shoulder. Doria jumped in fright and turned her head to see a smiling Tartarus.

"Did I scare you, spirit?" He asked, amused.

"Yes," she replied as he sat down next to her. Tartarus didn't seem to notice the questioning look on his bride-to-be's face. "Why do you want to marry me?"

"Why not?"

"I mean, are you sure there aren't any other women you'd like to be with?"

"I thought about it, and honestly, it sounded better to get you rather than my sisters." Doria tilted her head slightly, putting on a 'that sounds reasonable' look. "Do you feel I should've chosen another?"

"Considering we're mortal enemies, yes."

"Well, I wanted to change that. We have a lunch date with my sisters and a few titans in a few hours." Tartarus moved a strand of her hair behind her ear and stood up. "I have some work to do, so make yourself at home, spirit." Tartarus kissed her cheek and walked off.

Doria finished her food, taking in all of the sights of the dining room. It was something out of a royal movie, except everything was dark and gloomy. There was an air of death, and yet, Doria didn't feel an ounce of fear. Maybe it was because this wasn't her first time in the pit or because she would have to get used to it.

I wonder when I'll be turned immortal? She thought.