You loved your husband Hades...And he loved you. You were gods. Your love was immortal. And part of why you loved each other so much was because you were both such passionate, stubborn, strong people...But naturally...such personalities led to arguments...

You disliked how he had turned the fertile, beautiful underworld of Hadestown into a sweltering factory town. Nothing more than railroads and oil drums and factories. And he never respected the agreement that you would spend six months above ground with your friends...He kept keeping you late and picking you up early...And you drank and partied too much and he was rather displeased when he found out you ran a secret speakeasy too...

And now things were getting worse every year. But this year something remarkable had happened...

A boy you had met...A demigod boy touched by the gods and a hungry young girl who got scammed into working for your husband made you and Hades remember the song of your love...Their love story...Their desperation...It made you and Hades remember something that was forgotten.

Something precious and as the young musician sang his soul out to get his wife back something precious happened...Hades hard heart softened...A red carnation bloomed in his hands...the flower of love...and he let the couple go. No tricks, or catches necessary...

And then there was nothing left to do but be with you...You would be leaving soon...And for both of you to apologize for years of troubles...? A dance seemed sufficient.

Soft music echoed through the factory palace of the underworld as carnations kept blooming and Hades gently takes your hands...