To Hell, My Queen!
"You are definitely a little baby. Hyperactive little lamb, my queen."
Hestia kept quiet and drifted in her own thoughts, wondering what good she did that such a perfect and powerful man became her soul mate. She was apparently defeated by him, and in front of his stubbornness which was far more than hers.
Hades carried her up from the bed, helped her to get dressed and while scooping into his arms he strode downstairs where a jury of men in the uniforms of ordinary bodyguards rather the original warrior armour, was waiting obediently with their gaze glued to the ground, for the duo while standing in the entrance of the lounge.
'Oh my eyes! God bless you both, master. Please keep our Lord like this Your highness, have mercy on our hardworking asses.'