Willful Woman"Persephone, don't get mad!" Hades rubbed his tired eyes as he sat up resentfully in the large bed he shared with his wife. It was midnight, and the King of the Underworld was not prepared to have a fight with his wife. All he wanted to do was sleep, but he'd gone and upset her.Willful Woman3 years ago in Short Stories
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He knew he was never going to hear the end of this.
"I am mad! I am really, really mad!" She snapped, throwing the covers away from her body and standing up, apparently to yell at him at a greater height.
"Gods, Hades, I swear that sometimes you're more insensitive than Cerberus. How could you say that about my mother?" She was distractingly tempting in her silk nightgown. The low light threw her into shadow, and her green eyes were glittering and smoky with anger.
"When I called her a whore," he began, unrepentantly, "I just meant that it's improper for a widow to remarry." He tried to keep his tone reasonable. Maybe this would just blow over. Hades was a patient man, and he knew Persephone as well