![]() "For us both." I did not smile it was not my way. "Would you like wine, Great Goddess?" she asked. Her distinctive gray eyes softened with understanding at my touch. As such she deserved to be treated with respect, and my harsh tone toward her was a sign of how distracted I had become. She was my confidant and one of my most loyal advisors. But she was, of course, much more to me than a simple nursemaid or servant. As usual, she stood near my throne, always ready to serve me. I shifted my golden scepter from my right hand to my left, and leaned forward so that I could touch her arm in a wordless apology. "The child troubles you, Demeter?" she asked gently. My faithful nursemaid had known me too long not to recognize my tone. ![]() "She is Spring personified and even the beauty of the nymphs cannot begin to compete with her splendor." At the sound of my words, Eirene's sharp gaze immediately shifted to my face. Instead she was smiling at Persephone in a proud, motherly fashion, and she did not notice that my lips tightened into a thin line at her words. " Even amidst the lovely Dryads your daughter shines, my Lady," Eirene said. ![]()
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