Chapter 48

                                    

                                          
PERSEPHONE
                          
The door swung open, halting Persephone's overbearing thoughts and pulling her back to reality. She sat up on her bed, still in the splendid dress, and blinked.
                          
"Yes?" She casually asked him.
                          
Nixon licked his lips and inserted his hands into his pockets. Like her, he hadn't changed out of his suit. Persephone had to chastise herself for the unwarranted feeling building up in her stomach.
                          
"I just wanted to check on you." He muttered under his breath. 
                          
She tilted her head to get a better look at him. The angel was always training with the others, rarely did he ever wear something so formal other than his leather and bandolier. 
                          
His blond hair was disheveled and he looked immensely tired, dark circles rimming his eyes. Why hadn't she seen that awhile ago in the garden? Why hadn't she noticed at all?
                          
Persephone absently tucked the stray hair behind her ears and looked away. "I'm fine. The only problem was that the party was abhorrently boring."
                          
It wasn't, she thought. Though she felt guilty about it, she could not stop thinking about him. 
                          
The man in the garden. 
                          
Nixon had invited her to go to the garden through a game, and she expected something more to happen. But things got in the way and suddenly, he was there.
                          
She was scared to death, though she did her best to hide it. One second she tugged down on a vine she'd been drawn to when she first entered the garden, them he was there in the next.
                          
She thought he would step out of the shadows and make himself known, announcing his presence in the middle of such an intimate conversation.
                          
But he did not do anything. In fact, no one else even noticed he was there except for her. Was it possible for the stranger to do that? Control the minds of others?
                          
"I thought it was alright," Nixon sauntered to the foot of the bed and sat down in front of her. He held Persephone's fingers and kissed them. "Its too bad you didn't get to show it off as much, though."
                          
The ring on her finger winked as her lips tilted upwards. He had proposed to her a fortnight ago in an abandoned garden uphill, now full of fireflies at midnight. 
                          
Persephone liked to think he proposed solely because he loved her, but it would hurt more if she denied the fact that it could've been involved with the fact that she was going to become the Queen of the Dark Angels in a week. On her birthday.
                          
She was going to be his wife and Queen on her birthday. Did she even want to get married? She said yes, didn't she?
                          
So why was she overthinking it? 
                          
The goddess shook her head and threw the thought away like common garbage. She didn't need this negativity, not when she's in such a good place. Everything they did, it was for her. She definitely did not want to mess that up.
                          
"I'm not really one to brag." She said shyly. Persephone was far from shy, actually. When she's alone or when she's sure no one's watching, she could be loud and messy. But that wasn't what Nixon wanted.