Underworld.
Hecate stared at her reflection in the mirror, something she rarely did.
She had never cared much for appearances before. She was a goddess—beautiful by default, her presence enough to command awe and respect without effort.
But today was different.
Her hair had been styled carefully, her dark robes replaced by a softer dress with gold accents, a choice Aphrodite had helped her pick.
It felt strange, but not unpleasant.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
Her assistant, a quiet divine spirit, entered and bowed. "Lady Hecate, Lord Hades is asking to meet you. He is waiting in your office."
Hecate took a deep breath, steadying herself. "Very well."
She followed the divine spirit down the quiet halls. Her steps were calm, but her heart was racing faster than she wanted to admit.
When she entered the office, she found Hades seated behind his desk, sipping mint tea. The faint scent of it filled the room, soothing and crisp.
