Wiping off sweat from her forehead, Alessia sheath's her sword. She has been practicing wielding it and putting her power into it. Zagreus hasn't returned to the underworld in a few days. It's not that she is concerned or worried about him.
Alessia is more frustrated and stuck in this palace, unable to do anything besides practice. Her nerves are on edge.
As she walks towards her chambers, Alessia hears a commotion from the throne room. Curious, she heads toward the source of the disturbance.
As she enters the room, she sees a group of men and women armed with swords and shields. They are gathered around Zagreus and another beautiful man.
Zagreus looks up, his striking blue eyes meeting hers. He excuses himself from the group and heads her way.
Alessia can feel her heartbeat quicken as Zagreus approaches her, his eyes locked onto hers. She tries to ignore the feeling of her stomach churning, reminding herself that she is a warrior and should not succumb to her emotions.
