Persephone's POV.
"Isn't there another way? Do you reeeaally have to go? Like reeaally?" With a pout on my face, I try repeatedly to convince Damien not to go on his march.
Few days ago, when Damien brought up the issue of his Annual Ceremony as a reminder, I was blinking lazily at him and telling him to do whatever he needed to do for his people, I wouldn't get in the way-- but here I am, whining like a child and begging him not to go because I'll be lonely.
I know its selfish. In fact, this is as selfish and low as I could get but f**k that! I need him here!
"If I didn't, then I wouldn't. You know that" Damien tells me for the upteenth time, his hands caressing my cheeks. Before he even finishes talking, I begin shaking my head. I don't want him gone. "I'll only be gone for a
