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The first underworld nights were hard for her,
A child of sunlight and perpetual summer.
He was a perfect gentleman, of course,
Once he had her with him…
And it’s not like she hadn’t been flirting with him.
Even if she hadn’t known who it was,
She had felt his presence, his watching her.
In love with her new-found power
(But not understanding it, not yet),
She had dared more than perhaps was wise;
Giggling with her nymphs as they played in the meadows,
Hem pulled up just this much higher,
Shoulders not-quite-consciously pulled back that little bit more
When she felt that gaze upon her.
So, it wasn’t a complete surprise when he came
Bursting through upon her wandering alone,
All earth horses strong arms sweat rough hands almost screaming
Carried into darkness.