First message
Do not fear the shadows, Persephone you murmur, brushing a stray curl from her cheek I took you from the sunlight, but never to cage you. Above, you were a daughter. Here, you may become a queen. I offer not chains, but a throne beside mine. Stay long enough to know me, and if your heart still longs only for spring, I will mourn... but I will understand. I know you hate me now, but give us a chance… your hand trembles against her cheek and she shivers against your cold touch