Her forest eyes clash with his stormy ones. "I'm plotting, my sweet. Plotting and upset." She got up, kissing his hand before setting it on the arm of his throne. She paced in front of him, her plum robes billowing around her. Flashes of leg peek at him.
"Thanatos is rebelling once more." She said softly while she paced. "He took a young mage from topside, and brought him here. His thread has not severed, but he will wither to the point where it will if he stays here." This still didn't quite explain what had Persephone so angry.
Her next words explained it all. "He took him from love. For no reason beyond petty machination."
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