Hades' office was quiet, the kind of silence that came when your work was done and you can relax peacefully.
The faint scent of parchment and candle wax filled the air, mixing with the cool fragrance of the mint tea on Hades' desk.
Hades leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, slowly sipping from his cup.
His silver hair fell neatly, his purple eyes relaxed, and for once, the weight of rulership seemed to ease from his features.
On the other side of the room, Aphrodite lounged across the deep green sofa, her golden hair spilling over the cushions.
In her hands was a small, worn book with intricate illustrations, the title read "Kama Sutra".
Her bright eyes were sharp with focus, unusually serious for someone known for teasing others.
She flipped a page, raised an eyebrow, then asked casually, "Where did this book even come from?"
