Hades
My first step into the familiar sterile chamber was greeted with silence as everyone present ceased speaking or shuffling about.
But Mara came forward, tablet in hand, tapping away at something that I did not bother to be curious about.
"Your Majesty..." she paused as she took me in. She glanced uneasily at Kael, her concern evidenced in the way her brows knitted.
Kael shook his head, a barely interceptable gesture. "There are others coming," he drove the discussion away from my appearance. "We will wait."
As though at cue, the white doors creaked open, and knew who it was without turning to see.
I knew their scent, it had grown stronger.
Lucinda, despite her habit of dousing herself in fragrance like her daughter, always seemed to smell faintly of bloodwine.
If there was Lucinda, there would be Monteque.
