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So, Persephone agrees to stay. Agrees to be Hades's wife; in the winter she'll descend into the darkness and grace her dearest husband with a smile.
All she asks, really, is that if she is his, then he is hers. Is it that difficult?
To his credit, he only strays twice. She makes it clear she won't accept a third. She's lucky, really, such a loving husband—her mother never ever had that luxury. Isn't she so lucky.
Plants wither under her feet as she steps out into the sun again; she blinks, forces herself to smile.
"Mother, I'm back."