She needed to pull herself together at least long enough to plead her case to Hades. Right now Balance was a sobbing mess. Her curled hair was mussed and tangled in her crown of mortal noblity. Her himation wasn't draped as a himation should be, it was instead pulled over her head like a mantle, but then wrapped tight to her body like a cloak in winter. Her face was red, puffy and streaked with tears from hours of weeping.
She had wept far too much in her life among the mortals. Too many days and nights spent in tears. With each child, each grandchild, that passed she cried thousands of tears. Harmonia didn't honestly think there was anything left for her in the realm of the living anymore. Not with all her children gone and now her husband. Everything that was near and dear to her had been taken from her. Cadmus had lost it all too and she couldn't bear to leave his side to have that loss as well.
“Lord Hades,” she said with a sniffle and gave a cursory bow to her great-uncle before introducing herself. Had she ever met Hades before this moment? Harmonia couldn't recall, but she figured that given the sheer number of gods on Olympus and in the Underworld it would be beneficial to at least tell him who she was before she asked a favor of him. “I am Harmonia, Queen of Illyria and formerly of Thebes. Daughter of Aphrodite and Ares. This,” she held up the serpentine form of her husband, “is my husband, Cadmus, of whom I was given to as a bride by my grandfather and your brother, Zeus.”
She frowned, trying very had to keep the waterworks from going out of control again. “Our children and grandchildren have passed through your realm and onward for their judgments, their deaths at the hands of many of my Olympian family. My husband has lived a good, honorable and honest life. I ask that as you allow him passage into Elysium, that you allow me passage with him as he is all I have left in this world.”