Underworld.
Hades' office.
The whole room was silent save for the scratching of quills and the faint crackle of torches.
Hades sat at his desk, stacks of parchment towering around him like solemn judges.
Across from him, Hecate stood, a scroll unfurled in her pale hands as she read her latest report in her calm, even voice.
"...and lastly, Demeter was requesting you build a larger garden for her. She wanted to bring back her Nymphs to live here in Underworld."
When she finished, she lowered the paper and waited.
Hades lifted his gaze, gave a single nod, and said, "Very well. You can proceed to expand her garden. However, consult first with Hera, as she is responsible for the territory expansions."
"Understood."
She inclined her head, but did not leave.
For a moment, she lingered in the quiet, watching as Hades turned back to his pen, the scratch of ink resuming against parchment.
"Is there anything more?" He asked.
