Preface

She never planned to become the queen of anything, let alone, the queen of the underworld. She never planned to be a wife, assuming she would join the group of virginal lesser goddesses in service of Artemis. She especially had never planned to be the wife of the King of Underworld.

She also had never planned to be dragged to hell, yet, here she was, literally. She was in Hell.

She was in the underworld and she was *furious*. She crossed her arms, pursed her lips, and refused to look at the spread of food before her. Choosing instead to hate him.

And yet, his eyes were greener than any grass she ever grew. And his voice gentler still, than a summer breeze. And his smile, when it did appear -fleeting as a comet across his face- well it was, it was like the swell of music felt deep in one's chest. It filled her up, and left her wanting more.

She never planned to fall in love, deep, mad love unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and yet...

And yet.