"Why are you here?"
That was the first thing Hades asked when he saw her.
Long whitish-grey hair, aged yet wise eyes, and a light shroud over her head.
Her presence alone was enough to show she wasn't some ordinary mage.
She had appeared without warning. And yet, her aura wasn't threatening. Hades could tell—she meant no harm.
He'd seen her face in the papers a few times before. So he knew exactly who she was.
But the question remained—why?
"Didn't you come here to see me? And now that I'm here, you frown?" she said with a soft smile.
Hades blinked, caught off guard. "You knew?"
"I knew the moment you stepped into town. My eyes were already on you."
Luna quietly brought a chair for him. He was still far too injured to stand for long.
Hades gave her a small, grateful nod and sat down.
"Were you the one who saved me from that dragon?" he asked.
