WARNING: There is implied suicide towards the middle of the story.
The lavish dining room was heavily decorated with sparkling gems and diamonds. The massive table, which I thought to be stone, had ruby gems embedded into it. A feast of various meats, cheeses, and sweet fruit lie in front of me. “My dear Proserpine, you must be ravenous after our journey!” I nervously look at Pluto, standing tall with his dark hair and dark eyes as he enters the dining room. He approaches the head of the table and leans dangerously close to me. “Aren’t you hungry?” He asked. Continue reading “Lilies and Roses”