Chapter 23
Nona sat in her oversized rocking chair, braiding the glowing thread that was the Fate of the Gods. This particular braid was one that would normally land her in the deepest parts of the Roman side to Tartarus, but since it was The Kings themselves who deemed she do this task, she had no fear of such a punishment. Her wrinkled fingers worked the thread meticulously. This was one of her finest braids yet. Just then, a deep bellow startled her. “NONA!” Upon hearing her name, she instantly transformed from an old woman with long silver hair, tattered black robes, and black eyes to a slender young woman with hair blacker than the night sky with a dress to match and icy blue eyes. It was Jupiter and Pluto alike she heard summoning her. With a roll of her eyes, Nona responded. “In here, my L
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