‘Your betrothed’ the words echoed in her mind as she took a step back, some of the rain falling on her as she looked at the man before her.  This, older man who she’d never met before was suppose to be her husband? A conversation pulled up in her mind of a moment when her mother got mad at Latrice for accepting a date, claiming it’d make the gods mad. The young girl brushed her off but eventually cancelled the date. Was this the god that her late mother spoke of? Dark eyes watched him pull out two rings, asking her what season she preferred.<br/><br/>More memories flooded her mind, stories that they were related to Persephone and that the first born daughter had to marry Hades. As a child Latrice thought the story was like a fairytale but as she got older she dismissed it as another one of her late mother’s tall tales. But now presented before her, the god of Death waited to claim what he was owed. Leaving Latrice to wonder what was fact and what was fiction. “Y-you’re the god of death..” She spoke, surprised as she looked him over. Her eyes fell back onto the rings again before she looked down at her own self. Latrice didn’t think she was ready to be married.<br/><br/>“If.. if it is true what you say, then tell me what my mother’s last words were.” She figured that if he was indeed the god of death, he would have been there at the moment of her passing and he would know what she whispered into the young woman’s ear before letting go. “If you can correctly tell me what she said.. then.. then I’ll go with you. I’ll pick a season and I’ll pick a ring...” The poor girl was shaking, having been given her fate in such a surprising way.