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“So is this what you guys do all Spring and Summer while I’m not around?” Persephone wondered aloud, both breaking the silence in the room and announcing her arrival back to the Underworld. She might’ve been mad if not for how adorable her beloved looked lying on the couch and serving as Cerberus’ pillow. As her lips quirked into a smile, it was clear just how amused she was by the scenario. “It’s kinda pathetic,” she teased, unable to stop herself. She was simply too happy to be home.

“I swear on my precious golden apple, this was not my doing,” Eris argued, indicating the destruction that was laid out before them. “That said, I would love to know who’s work this is so I can shake their hand.”

"I’m not hiding,” Hestia interjected quickly, cutting off her brother. “I’m just...taking a break from Zeus by hanging out down here for a bit.” A pause. “Don’t give me that look, you know how he can be.”

“Come on, T, it’s just one party. And I’ll be by your side all night, save for a when my band’s playing, but I’ve already convinced Grace’s brother to stick by you and keep the creeps away. Please, please, please come out tonight,” Bo practically begged her friend. “It’s our first real gig. We’re being paid and everything. You have to come.”

The look of sheer contempt on the young woman’s face couldn’t be mistaken, blind eyes leveling the man before her with a harsh glare, the accuracy of which would seem shocking to any who knew not what she was. Those who weren’t privy to the secret of why she was so valuable. True, a lovely enough maiden could make quite the gift to a newly crowned king, but that wasn’t the case. Though to keep the truth hidden, she was certain that was the lie being told. “Tell me, if I’m being treated as little more than a prize cow, am I to sleep in the mud as well?” Her brother had been made an unwilling soldier upon their capture, while she had become a congratulatory gift meant to appease the king before her. “Or am I to be given a cell like a true prisoner?” That’s when she felt the harsh sting off a guard’s hand connecting with her cheek, the force knocking her to the ground. There was something spat in her direction about insolence and knowing her place, but each word was drowned out by the ringing in her skull.