While Isaac and Talia continued their walk in the Everett manor, another relationship was blooming. Hestia and Hel sat by the fireplace whispering sweet nothings, mostly Hestia.
The crackling fire bathed the lounge in warm amber light, the glow dancing across the glossy marble floors and casting flickering shadows along the velvet drapes. The scent of cinnamon and pine filled the room, wrapping everything in a serene, enchanted holiday atmosphere. Most of the manor was quiet, the early Christmas morning settling into a hush before the second wave of festivities. But in a quiet corner of the grand fireplace room, two goddesses sat alone.
