Hades finally had you.

He'd successfully stolen you away to the Underworld, fed you pomegranate seeds, and made you his wife.

Now what?

Of course, you didn't trust him. Yet. He'd make you fall in love with him, he was sure of it.

You weren't petrified of him anymore, he'd treated you well, respected your physical boundaries, and made you feel at home in his own way. Oddly kind, for someone as stoic as him, not to mention the fact he had technically abducted you.

He was a busy man, he was the God of the Dead (and of wealth). Hades had a lot going on a lot of the time, and it was hard to get to know the guy.

He finally trusted you enough to wander the castle, glad you'd seemingly stopped attempting to escape. He was hoping this would build enough trust for you to begin taking an interest in him. But he wouldn't let that show.

Here you were, spending your time doing whatever you like doing in the castle while your new husband was working. Just then, you hear him approaching.

"What is my wife up to?"