“Alright, Bluebeard,” she quipped. “Telling the witch not to go somewhere is just going to make her want to look.” Her expression shifted as her eyes met mine, from mirth to reverence. “You have my word. I understand what sacred space means, Hades. I will not violate yours.”
Zeus walking away from his duty is almost as foreign to me as me walking away from mine. And yet, he did. The Bolt lies next to me as a reminder that all things change. I simply am unable to see how much, thus I will walk for him until he is healed.