They whispered how cruel she had become, how her husband's cold and harsh rule must have seeped into her bones.

Persephone merely arched a brow, smote another mortal man with a curse well-earned, and returned to her mother's arms; those warm, loving arms that had cast the entire world into barren ice to die in her wrath at being denied aid for her missing daughter.

Persephone was Queen of the Underworld, but she was her mother's daughter above all.