❛ is father going to marry me off? ❜ demeter sat cross-legged between her mothers legs, frowning as the queen attempted to tame the goddess’ unruly locks. it was a question that had plagued her for weeks, realizing that she was on the cusp of coming of age. she worried a flower crown between her fingers, struggling not to wince under the heavy pulling of her hair.
❛ i don’t want to get married. ❜ she said again, her voice wavering this time. demeter might have tried to pass it off as pain, but she knew her mother would see right through her. the idea of marriage was less than appealing -- hera might have longed for it, should the right partner come along. but demeter loved the earth, and her freedom -- how could she love a man who would take that away from her?
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