Hades guided her with gentle touches towards his --their -- sleeping chamber. He noticed her slight uncertainty in her movement but she never pulled away. Her gaze showed timid curiosity as he pushed the door open pulled her for the first time into what would likely be their sanctuary.<br/><br/>Candles were scattered every where casting their gentle glow over the darker then normal room. The curtains over the French doors danced slightly reveiling they were open to let in a cool breeze. A large four poster bed laiden with spider silk sheets and curtains of ivory white sat in the middle of the room. Normally attendants would be there to help them undress but the king had long to them not bother.<br/><br/>He drew her into his arms once more, "Do you fear what is to come, my queen?"<br/><br/>If she did he would do what he could to quail it. After all he was sure she had heard stories about the kind of lover he was. He had heard them himself and knew they could be true if the mood was right.