PERSEPHONE

It didn’t take long for Warsaw to find her, as expected. She paused and turned her head to watch him approach as soon as she heard the sound of his hoofbeats growing louder in the distance. She held his gaze as he approached, steely but otherwise impassive. Persephone was unhappy with this turn of events, of course, but she would learn nothing if she simply screamed at him and turned him away.

Besides, that was not like her.

She watched him carefully as he spoke, distrustful yet intrigued. His expression and his words sounded warm and welcoming, which was unsettling given that Persephone knew what had happened to create this meeting. He even made a bow. Who was this man?

“Freya has a young child at home, and lives under my protection. She should not be forced to travel to Tinuvel for your benefit. I will serve in her stead, for now,” Persephone replied, her tone cool but controlled and civil enough. “I am Persephone, Queen of the Forest, as you know by now. You have questions of me?”

She tilted her head and waited.

all of your demons will wither away

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