Aurelia had paced the room for hours, her anxiety growing with each passing moment. She couldn't sit still. Every time she tried to rest, her mind replayed Achilles' words about the situation in the underworld and the tension she had seen in Hades' eyes before he left.
Achilles had come to check on her a few times, his calm demeanor offering little solace despite his reassurances. "He's the god of the Underworld, my lady," Achilles had said, his tone confident. "There's little that can truly harm him. He'll return soon."
Her maids, kind and attentive, had brought her warm tea and soft blankets, urging her to rest. But Aurelia had waved them off, unable to relax. How could she, knowing Hades was facing some unknown threat?
"Can I go to Hades' room. I'd like to be there till his return." She eventually requested.
"My Lady, I'm not so sure my lord would be pleased to find someone in his room." Achilles replied.
