As they emerged from the depths of Tartarus, the memories of their encounter with Cronus still clung to Aurelia like a shroud.
Hades stormed ahead without a word, his heavy footfalls echoing through the obsidian corridors of his palace. His shoulders were rigid, his movements swift, barely contained fury radiating from him like a storm waiting to happen.
Aurelia tried to catch up with him, reaching out instinctively. "Had….." she began, but the rest of his name withered in her throat as he walked away without so much as a glance in her direction.
Her chest tightened with guilt, the cold emptiness where her bond to him once thrummed leaving her hollow. She swallowed hard and turned away, making her way to her chambers.
Once inside, she exhaled sharply and called for her maids. "Thalia, Lira, draw me a bath."
