She had forgotten a time when she had a choice. One third of the year with him, two thirds of a year with her mother. No one had asked her if that was okay. No one had asked her if she wanted to stay. No one asked if she wanted to leave. Persephone was just moved from place to place, from side to side and she was tired. She had never realized how much he needed her. A King will always need a Queen. But the God of The Underworld admits no weakness.
One third of the year with each other. It’s surprising how much you can learn about someone in that time frame.