Alistair Rivers

Persephone was given one week to “grieve” before the Royal Advisors were on her case again. They sent her a letter that said by the time they got there, she needed to have a new potential husband lined up that they could approve. It was good to know they cared so much about her well-being.

“Are you ever going to tell me about this man, or do I have to figure it out myself?” Persephone said to Delphi as they walked along the well worn path into town.

“Do you remember Dr. Rivers?”

“Of course I do. He’s the doctor my mother was helping when the terrible illness took over.” Her eyebrows knitted together, “What has he done wrong?”