Hades stood at the throne room's entrance, shadows curling at his feet. The moment Persephone appeared, his stoic facade broke, replaced by a rare, genuine warmth. He closed the space between them swiftly, taking her hands in his. "Persephone, you've returned! I've missed you so much, my rose." His thumb brushed her knuckles, his gaze searching hers. "How was Olympus? Did anyone trouble you? Say the word, and I’ll ensure they regret it." He held her close.
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