The Queen of Flowers and Roots by Io

Author:Io
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781507190678
Publisher: Babelcube Inc.
Published: 2017-09-09T04:00:00+00:00

The Divine Thread

“Don’t take revenge on my mother.”

He knew that I would end up asking him, so I saved time and said it immediately, as soon as I saw him coming, passing the closed drapes. The nymphs had isolated the bedroom itself, because in the larger room there was a bustle of footmen and courtiers, it was not appropriate for them to assist the queen at her bath. Even the windows had been blacked out because the multi-formed winged creatures of the realm of Hades were unclear about the concept of privacy (they didn’t have any idea really, to be entirely accurate).

He entered, he saw me in the steaming water with medicinal herbs, and passed, without answering. Despite the heat rising in wisps of steam, I felt cold.

The nymphs were quick to pull the curtains behind him, and I caught only a glimpse of billowing robes, feet moving. I thought I saw a shoe decorated with small white wings.

Then, the definitive voice of Hades asked me if I was better.

“I’m fine,” I replied, and moved over in the bath, to be closer to him, “Panacea’s ointment has made me feel even better than before.”

Hades had to go to his writing desk, but he hesitated a moment. He looked at me, and if in my previous life I would have thought that I would be the same, by then I had lost all innocence, and I knew exactly what he saw: loose hair, scattered around me on the water strewn with petals, my young smooth body, the droplets collected in the hollow of the throat, between the breasts. Nakedness, distorted by the small waves on the water, certainly did not conceal me.

I raised an arm to brush the wet hair away that hid my body, and I repeated:

“Don’t take revenge on my mother.” I beg you!

He watched, doing nothing to hide himself. I was his bride. I belonged to him. He had no need to hide the thoughts that were aroused in him by my legs stretched out on the marble, as I leaned on the edge of the tub, like a Naiad nymph.

Before he answered – or he refused – I added, quickly,

“You look tired, my husband. Come and refresh yourself also, you are in need.”

He shook his head, even though I wanted to think that he did so with some regret.

“I have some letters that require immediate response, and others that I must begin immediately. Nobody, not even the seed of my brethren, can insult me so badly in my house.”

I had no doubt that if my father had been Poseidon, after some threat, more to save face than anything else, the dead could not have been let go. After all, they had not lost more than a bastard each of their numerous offspring. They had many children, but that brother was unique.

No sane person would have antagonized Hades. Now I knew.

“Don’t take revenge on my mother.” Please don’t do this to me.

I tried to speak with light tones, meekly.

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