God of the Dead. King of the Underworld. The Unseen. The Renowned…
Trapped.
One moment, Hades was next to Persephone, having finally claimed her as his queen. The next, he knows only a true void, roots burrowing into his body and feeding on his power and essence. Every ounce of his abilities is used to keep the roots from taking everything, leaving him a broken shell. The King of the Dead—no better than the living dead, wishing for things that will never come.
Goddess of Spring. The Maiden. The Mistress. The Venerable One…
The New Queen.
Being transported to another world and told you're now the Queen of the Dead was not what Persephone expected. Screw expecting—she did not want to be queen. If only she could find the god who'd done this to her without her consent—but he's not due to the underworld for another month, so she must wait. And wait. And wait.
Destiny. Fate. Fortune. Kismet…
Waits for no one.
Nightmares cloud them both, calling them to finish the destiny that awaits. One that has only just begun. One that will not be denied.