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Patricia ran her fingers down the spine of another book, she wasn’t finding what she wanted. She huffed, not sensing the presence behind her and muttering, “One would think that the library of a king would have every book to be desired.”
“During these trying times, even the king doesn’t have everything.” Beverly replied. She came into the library to put in place a new bottle of wine in case anyone wanted to drink. “Is there a particular book you are looking for Miss Patricia?”
[Greek Week]
Demeter has always felt different than the rest of her siblings. She thought them to be too harsh on their mother and she wished the tried to know her better. She was more than aware the situation was harder on Rhea than it was on anyone else and, hearing her mother’s question, Demeter accepted her hand and nodded.
“I would like so myself very much.” Demeter spoke with a kind smile and then shook her head. “If it happens, I will make sure my little brother knows his place. He cannot command me more than I can command him. Whom I speak with will be my matter, and mine alone.” She added in a strict tone.
A smile graced Rhea’s tired face as Demeter accepted her invitation. She was happy to see that Demeter was giving her a chance. There had been signs that her daughter was different from the others. If there was anyone she could connect with, it would be her.
There was a spark in her that reminded Rhea much of herself when she was younger. Hopefully she would become stronger than herself. “It is good to hear you say that. I’m afraid Zeus has grown into not only a natural leader, but can also be commanding. I just hope he does not fall too much off the edge and loses himself in the process. And what of you my dear? How are you feeling about everything that is happening?”
[Greek Week]
“It is.” Leto nodded her head in agreement. “Quiet and peacefully. A perfect night to stare up at the stars.”
“Sadly it won’t last long but today we bask in it’s beauty. It is good to see you Leto. We haven’t spoken in a while. What has kept you away?”
[Greek Week]
“It makes for a good change, doesn’t it?” Themis asked stepping next to her younger sister. Out of all her siblings, she knew that Rhea would be the least hostile in those moments. She could handle the judgement and disappointment in the faces of everyone else only for too long.
Rhea nodded at her sister’s comment. With all that was happening in their lives, it was nice to be at peace for once. Even if it was just for a few moments. “I prefer it compared to all the fighting honestly. I just want everyone to be happy. Is that too much to ask, Themis?”
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devils don’t come from hell | dionysus & rhea
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Tartarus marked the midpoint of Dionysus’ journey through the underworld. He was told not to venture too far off and to stick to the path that cut straight through it to the other side, but since when had he ever listened to instructions and when else was he going to get the opportunity to see Tartarus? He often tried to envision what hell looked like, and the image of fire and burning and screaming was what came to mind, and there may have been some of that, but he soon learned that hell was different for everyone, and it was mainly a trick of the mind for most people, a trick they created themselves until they were driven mad by it. He almost pitied these people, but surely if they were subject to such punishments it meant they deserved it, didn’t it?
Curiosity drove the young god to sneak into a chamber that looked far more ancient than the others. It was dark, and it felt as if Dionysus was breathing in ash instead of air with how stifling it was in here. He could make out what appeared to be a cell right away, and dared to step closer to see what lurked inside, his heart hammering in his throat– whether it was from fear or excitement he could never make out the difference, but to his surprise it was no abominable creature or even a tormented soul; It was a woman. A living, breathing woman.
“…Hello?” he called quietly to see if she’d stir, but even so his voice still managed to echo through the silent chamber with an eerie ring that raised the hairs on the back of his neck.
Tartarus was a lonely place. Dark, empty, and tragic. Her family were here, crying and screaming as their sanity ran thin. It took everything in Rhea not to do the same as the years seemed to drag on. Her son, Zeus, had told her that this was the only fair thing to do. The safe thing to do. Her precious son loved her but he also couldn’t fully trust her. When building his new world, he needed to make sure all traces of the old one were gone. That anything that could ruin it by one simple mistake couldn’t wreck it. And that was what Rhea was: a liability.
It was rare to have a visitor come where she was. Even rare to have someone who was not common in Hades. Her son, Hades, made sure that his kingdom was not easy to navigate or enter. Rhea spent her days suffering, trying to block out the screams she heard. It was hard but it was the only thing to distract her. It had gotten to the point where she was nothing but a statue; a simple shell of a Goddess Queen. A voice called out on this day. She didn’t move at first, afraid it was her mind playing tricks on her. But after a few moments she felt something...a sort of pull you might say that was familiar.
“Son of Zeus and a human, Selene.” her voice echoing in her cell for the first time in while. She didn’t turn to look at him, mostly due to not knowing how to look while talking to somebody. It was a rarity. “What brings you down here boy? You seem to be lost if you have come across me.”
[Greek Week]
Demeter walked though the corridors of Olympus, unable to sleep. The discord between the new generation of God and the Titans was leading towards open war, and she hated it so. She stood on the balcony, observing the world below her feet as a gentle voice startled her. “Too quiet, mother. I fear nothing good will follow. Even the crows are silent.”
Rhea turned to see that her daughter, Demeter, was not sleeping as well. She did not know much about her daughter since Zeus freed her much like her other children who choose to ignore Rhea. Yet Demeter seemed to be the more sensible of the six next to Hades. At least from what she had observed from a distance. “No...I’m afraid nothing good at all.” The mother of gods sighed. Lifting a hand, she offered it to Demeter. “Would you like to join me? I would like to know you more before the war separates us. Zeus will not allow us to speak if he wins and your father would do the same if he wins if a war presents itself.”
[Greek Week]
“It’s rather quiet tonight...isn’t it?” she said, looking out into the distance, simply thinking about past, her family, and how everything led to this moment in her life.
If there was anything Melinoe hated more than seeing a happy family with their child, it was Zeus, and so she would find no greater pleasure than to see Rhea’s fantasy crumble into utter ruin – but before she had the chance to begin her intrusive whispering, the Titaness had already woken up.
Melinoe pressed her lips together in disappointment, cursing herself for not keeping her comment to herself, but it was no matter. Eventually, Rhea would have to fall asleep again, and it was Melinoe’s job to make sure none of the Titans found peace down in Tartarus, not even in their sleep if Morpheus decided to be merciful to them. “It was a dream. Or perhaps the start of a nightmare. I suppose now you’ll never know.”
Fully gaining conciseness once more, Rhea looked to see Melinoe or at least what she could see of her. She was an interesting Goddess from her what she represented to her general appearance. A ghost this realm yet a figure in the dream one. Rhea sighed and closed her eyes for a few seconds before opening them once more. A dream like the one she had will never come back in this lifetime.
“Daughter of Persephone and Zeus.” the Goddess simply stated. “Is my son that horrid that you will not let me at least think about a life where he could have been happy? A dream is nothing but a dream. There is not reason to ruin it when the person knows it will never come true.” The last part hurt her saying it out loud but it was the truth. Her dreams were harmless. She might not suppose to be happy in this prison, but she could think about a life where things could have been different for all of them. “Yet you think of me as weak to say such a thing don’t you dear Melinoe?”
Spreading nightmares wasn’t always an easy task. It required Melinoe to do her research in order to come up with the best way to inspire fear in someone, and what better way was there to get to know a person than to spy on their dreams? She needed to see the nature of the paradise Morpheus created for these people in order to know the best way to destroy it, but of all the dreams she had observed, this one was by far the most abhorrently pleasant.
“This is disgusting.”
It was her first pleasant dream since being in this hell hole. Images of a reality that she would never experience: Her holding a baby in her arms with her husband smiling and looking down at their son. His eyes warm as he looked at Zeus, their first born. “Our son....our beautiful boy...” his voice echoed in her head. “He is growing so fast....” he said. “And we will soon have another one...I am with child.” Rhea told her husband, her eyes bright as she looked over at him.
“This is disgusting.”
The dream started to fizzle away, her husband gone and the baby in her arms no where to be found. Her mouth opened slightly in shock as she looked around to try in find where she was. Eyes wide and heart beating fast. A presence was sensed. “Melinoe...” she whispered. “Is that you...? No please don’t let this be a dream...”
Tasmin let out a bitter chuckle that sounded more like a huff, “The country is in such bad trouble that even the traitor queen is not the absolute priority.” That, of course, worked in her advantage but it also spoke volumes about the problems that had arisen.
Following Beverly’s steps was by now as natural to her as it once was to roam the halls of the palace. She paid close attention to everything her comanion said about her former home. The fact that she was no longer welcome there didn’t mean that she didn’t need information about what was happening inside those walls. “Arthur falling sick; that wouldn’t be so awful.” She remarked bitterly, which seemed to be her reaction to everything these days. Her relationship with her husband was never a good one but only recently she had started hating him. The fact that he wanted her dead wasn’t exactly helping, either. At the mention of he replacement, Beverly had her full attention. “What is lady Jane like? She had never visited court so I don’t know anything about her.” Beverly, of all people, calling her awful was a first clue but she did need to know more.
“I’m not sure if I would go that far.” Beverly admitted to her. “However, it seems like the events of the kingdom just keep stacking up one right after another. No end at sight. But we should’t get too comfortable. Heaven knows what will happen next.”
Since Tasmin’s time staying with her, Beverly had grown use to Tasmin’s company. It felt natural to be around the former Queen and speak openly with her. There might have been a few things about the situation she was not too pleased about, but she wouldn’t have this any other way. Tasmin had become a part of her life now and she was comfortable with that fact. “It’s best not to wish ill of your enemy. You need to be above them. Not stoop to their level.” replying to Tasmin’s remark. Though she didn’t agree with Arthur’s way of handling things, she did care about him in a strange way. Beverly rarely talked down about people especially people she didn’t know. But Miranda Jane seemed to always get on her nerves some how. “I dislike speaking ill about people but that is one person I’m not partially fond of. She is rude to all the servants at the palace and even more so with Lady Witsell and a few other people close to the King. It seems like she just cares about herself and her new title rather than what the public might think of her.” she started turning red. “I’m sorry. I never judge people but after what I have seen since her time living at the palace, I have not had a positive experience with her.”
This new reality was making her sick to her stomach. Being afraid of her own shadow and going into hiding was nothing she had experienced before and she didn’t like it one bit. She felt shamed and wronged and knowing herself quite well those feelings wouldn’t go away for a while. However, she knew that she also ought to push everything back or she would end up in the gallows again, letting Arthur have what he wanted.
Her heart missed a beat when she felt a hand on her arm but it was too small and the grasp too gentle for the guards to have returned. Tasmin turned around and took a step back, only to breathe a sigh of relief at seeing Beverly’s face. “I-…” Tasmin cleared her throat and nodded, “I know. I can’t help but think that they are, though.” She couldn’t argue that it was actually dangerous for her to be there, “Are you coming from the palace?”
Beverly allowed Tasmin to have a few moments to gather herself as she realized it was her and not a guard. If the former queen or even herself got caught, that was it for either of them. And Beverly wasn’t going to happen. Not on her watch. “Their mind is else where these days. Trust me.”
Looking back over to the knights that just passed them, Beverly lead the way to walk away calmly from where they were standing back to her home. It was safe there. And only those that mattered knew where they were. “Yes. I was there earlier this morning. Since there wasn’t much to do until much later tonight, they let me go for the day. I just think they don’t want me to get the king sick.” she chuckled. Between the riots and the recent news on the fishermen, the king was running around even more worry than usual. “Plus it gives me the chance to dodge that awful new bride of his.”
To be a part of such a big crowd was not a situation she had been in before. People used to part and make way for her when she walked among them whether in the castle or the times she visited the city. Now that she was nothing more than a cloaked figure; her face hidden and head tipped down, people walked past her disinterested, almost as if she didn’t exist.
She would be lying if she claimed her heart wasn’t beating fast. At any moment, she expected someone to shout her name, even if it was impossible to recognise her, and then guards would descend upon her. She felt paranoid and foolish but every time she saw a guard she turned towards a different direction. Her heart sank when she saw two guards run towards her but she breathed a little easier when they moved past her leaving her frozen in the middle of the street.
Since the incident on the docks, Beverly had careful to watch her back. Those poor people were burned to death by the order of the King. Innocent people who just wanted a way out from what she heard. It seemed like the war between two brothers was now officially a war between the people and the palace. The citizens were growing tired of the violence and rightfully so. They just wanted the blood shed to stop. And Beverly hoped for the same.
As she made her way back from the palace, Beverly heard heavy footsteps coming her way that were all too familiar. She stepped aside to let them pass, knowing she would be just pushed aside anyway. Looking up, she saw a familiar figure looking in the direction of the guards. Though the clothing she was wearing was shielding her identity, Beverly knew exactly who it was. Walking towards her, she put a gentle hand on Tasmin’s arm. “Don’t worry,” Beverly whispered. “They aren’t after you. Let’s move away from here. It’s not safe. Especially for you.”
We may live in a man’s world, but I will not become as brutal as them.
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“I’m dressed by the way. You can turn around,” Pamela said as she pulled her shirt on. “And your shopping took you to a room in an inn?” She reached for her sword to fasten at her waist. “If you’re still sick enough to need to rest when coming into town, I don’t think you’re well enough to run errands. Surely there’s someone who can do them for you while you get better?” Beverly seemed a nice, gentle soul, and with all that was occurring due to the war, Pamela couldn’t see her lasting long if she kept up this pace. The world needed more people like her in it rather than people like the king and his brother who started pointless wars over family feuds.
Beverly turned around and gave Pamela a polite smile. “I like to rest here before my long walk back.” Beverly didn’t want to pay too much attention to Pamela dressing but she note the sword she was fastening. Not many women knew how to handle a sword properly. There were a few things that popped into Beverly’s head. “I’ve been cooped up long enough. Watched over around the clock by my sister. Getting out of the house was very needed or else I feel as though I would have gone insane! Besides, it’s just my sister and I. And with her so busy, I am the one who does the errands around here.” Though many people presented concern over Beverly’s health, Pamela was a stranger that touched Beverly. She barely knew her but she was kind enough to ask her questions. “You’re sword,” Beverly said changing the subject. “What is her story? She does not look like she is from this Valencia.”
“I don’t know about the others, but I have missed your company, Beverly.”
“You’re too kind Dorothy. I have missed you during my absences as well.”
