51- Persephone

This is a cordial invitation from Castle Laskaris, inviting Persephone Diamandis to a teaparty that would be hosted by Stylani Laskaris three days from now.

We hope that you are able to honour the invitation.

"You cannot seriously be thinking of going," Hades said as Persephone sat on a stool infront of her vanity mirror, her face bland.

"Honestly godfather, I am trying not to give it too much thought. I am just going with my instincts," She replied then turned to her right. "Cleon, would you give that small chest there? Yes, that, thank you."

Hades who still had his unreadable expression attached on his face, could not control the angry vein pumping on his forehead. "And you keep humoring her."

Cleon handed over the box to Persephone as he stood behind her, "It is not like I could stop her, my Lord. You know how she gets when she wants something."

Hades scoffed. "You spoiled her."

"You raised me as well," Persephone chipped in.

"I was the one who made you half rotten," Hades returned