She was a goddess.
Her breathing melted snow, and the spring sunlight was entangled in her hair. He could swear he saw flowers blooming wherever she stepped.
And when he almost forgot that she didn’t truly belong here, he spotted pomegranate juice, tainting her lips, and heard hellhounds’ howl, sent to bring her back.
Chapter End Notes:
I was inspired by the myth of Persephone, the Greek goddess of spring, who was abducted by Hades, the god of the Underworld, and forced to marry him. In the end, the other gods demanded to let her go, but Hades fed her a few seeds of pomegranate and thus made her return to him (for a quarter of the year, in winter time).
And it irks me beyond measure how much this story is romanticized in the popular culture! Ugh!
