But he didn’t intend on actually staying in his room. He waited until he was certain Persephone was sleeping and walked back to her room. Hades stood outside of her doorway watching her sleep. Her soft breathing filled the room melodically and it reminded him of a musician plucking the strings on a harp and the soft look on her face reminded him of peace. Today had gone exactly as he planned. Actually it had gone better than he planned. He was pleased that he was able to pull it off. He knew he had never been the romantic type, but slowly when it came to Persephone he realized that anything was possible. She was the light to his darkness. The compassion to his rage. The key to his heart. Point blank, Persephone was everything to him. The moment he first saw her ages ago he knew he was attracted to her, but that attraction had blossomed into something true and beautiful. Something he’d wanted his whole life.
