It came as a surprise that Miriam had refused the identity of her suitor and soon to be wed. The stoic expression remained though eyes shifted in curiosity. How meek she felt beneath his palm, a tender lamb left to wander. What a cruel joke for a mother to play the Grecian deity thought before bluntly stating,<b>“Hades, Pluto, Dis Pater… choose one of many.” </b>Perhaps on one hand he enjoyed the cruelty as the small hints of wonder and surprise sprang forth. Latrice seemed to be among the flock to whom seeing is not entirely believing. Her words detailed disregard towards her mother’s stories, for they were too grand to believe, so the fact became myth.<br/><br/>Fingers shifted into a firm grasp to grab her attention the man made direct eye contact.  A soft welcoming smile upon his face as he announced with certain amusement,<b>“But being your betrothed is likely more pertinent.” </b>Just like a doe dazed by the sudden approach. Latrice’s surprise would summon a certain pleasure from him.<br/><br/>Alas however he did not enjoy pointless torture and considered the transition of her life to come.<b>“Your mother was many things but I never took her for a liar. So I imagine if I told you that the Greek and Roman myths held some truth where gods and monsters were concerned, you would be shocked. I understand outrageous claims require substantial evidence.”</b>He spoke as he fell into fluid motion pulling his hands together and suddenly producing a pair ring band: one silver and the other a pale gold.<br/><br/><b> “I provide you the choice of season my dear. Summer? Winter? Spring? Fall?” </b>Emphasizing his words he intended to dazzle. It wasn’t often the god of the underworld entertained company. Balancing both rings upon fingertips he presented them with palms faced up and pinned side to side.<b>“The world was once quite a strange and beautiful place, and still is, but I forgive mankind for forgetting so quickly. If  you fear in disbelief Latrice request a task of me, and I shall prove myself at your command.”</b>