Pain || Hades & Persephone
A hand flew to her head and Seph doubled over, nearly blacking out from the sudden pain. It felt like someone had tried to bash her skull in. She rested a hand against the wall, holding her head and searching for the source of the blow. There was nothing and no one around, she was alone in the palace corridor. Which left one explanation. Hades.
Taking a breath, and standing tall again, Seph hurried to the bedroom that she was supposed to have shared with her husband. Devoid of all feminine touches, she hadn't seen the room since her disastrous wedding night. Knowing that he had brought other women to the bed that had been meant for them hurt, but she couldn't think about that yet. She had to save her husband from whatever idiotic maneuver he had pulled.
Kneeling, Persephone calmed her mind and summoned her power, calling Hades to herself. Their link was weaker than traditional marriages between gods, but when Seph focused on the love she still felt for the man who betrayed her, she could call upon that connection. Seconds later, Hades, king of the underworld, materialized on his black silk duvet. Standing, she observed him, quickly wiping the tears out of her eyes. She was strong, too strong to cave in to the emotions of a weak, impressionable girl. "Lay still, you were injured." She examined the head wound, glad for the man's immortality.
