Going Hunting

ATHENA’S POV

I shut the door behind me. My head was throbbing and dizziness threatened to take me if I didn’t take the rest I was supposed to. Who knew that packing and moving was this exhausting, and to think I was actually excited to be in the same room as Nero just because we were married. Slowly I was beginning to learn that marriage doesn’t mean that you both need to be in the same room let alone the same bed. The title could be for anything and ours wasn’t love.

The rest of my things had been neatly folded and the maids had just exited my room leaving me alone. It was good to finally have moved back. I didn’t think I was ever going to miss the room but I did even though I spent most of my nights as a married woman in it.

My thoughts drifted back to Nero’s words about going for a hunt. He had never wanted to do anything with me, and now he wanted to go hunting? Dread enveloped me at the mere thought of going somewhere alone with him, especially the woods.

While he spoke earlier,