Oh. Oh they're so scared of him. Her hands lift from the table, curl in the fabric of her chiton. Ruling through fear, no better than the Titans, than Zeus. Persephone breathes in, out. Then she starts fixing her hair and her outfit. Smoothing down the peplum bit at the top to flare nicely. She threads her hair with red flowers and thorns like a crown. If she's going to talk to a king, for all he's not being called one, better to look like a queen. Even better to do this quickly before she loses her nerve.

"Did you know that in my world, Hades holds a open meeting so that anyone in his realm can come and speak to him about their grievances. Its held once a month. On the 3rd Monday." She closes her eyes, thinking of all she's heard from them. When her eyes open, they're blood red, not that she's noticed.

"I bet it's a Monday somewhere. I'll be right back and you can take me on that tour."