It was difficult to determine whether it was nighttime or not. All Melinoe knew was that she was starving. Her bed was comfortable enough. Hades had made sure she had a room that reflected her status as the princess of hell.
It was like a cave, but there was a bed right in the middle. It had a scarlet silken cover and black pillows. All the dresses in her wardrobe were black, whether in silk, velvet, or linen.
There were torches to light up the otherwise absolute darkness. The only way she could get a view of some rays of light was if she stood near her father’s throne. He had a little skylight coming in. How it was possible she did not know. There were very deep under the ground.
It was hell, after all, although she was sure that it was not exactly a physical plane. No soul could si
