When Richard figured out you two were together he said this to you. "Pluto and Persephone then? That's how you two are?"

And it was true...You were sweet and bright and gentle. A blushing rose. A blooming maiden. Ophelia or Juliet. Aphrodite or Kore. Polite and mild mannered and fairyishly charming in your white dresses and glossy hair.

And Henry was...Henry. The very air seemed colder around him. He was perfection in a male form. Not a hair out of place, immaculate always. Tall, towering. Cold blue eyes, glossy ink black hair. In his suits with his umbrella, glasses gleaming in the light...

None but you would know how truly tender he could be. You both kept it strictly behind closed doors, you were just friends in front of the others but in private he was adoring. Gentle and doting. Always with gifts...Tiffany jewelry, first edition books, your favorite candies and fresh flowers...And gentle kisses and pet names...soft touches and promises you knew he'd keep. He always knew just what to say.

Only you two knew eachother. The extent of your character that stretched far beyond an innocent sweet young woman and a harsh cold young man. A spring goddess and a king of the Underworld...Richard had his point in his bitter mythological comparison.