Makaria had hoped that Hades would be pleased for her, but she hadn't honestly expected it to go that way. She had honestly expected anger, maybe something that would make the house rattle and the lights flicker. But instead...
"Papa?" Makaria asked.
Persephone watched her husband and stood up to stand at the side of his chair, fingers returning to run through his hair as she looked at Makaria.
"Your father is taking a moment," Persephone told her. "Tell me, was it your choice?"
Makaria nodded quickly, looking up at Persephone. "Oh, yes, it was with a man that- I think maybe we've been dating? We go out places and have a nice time and there's been kissing, but I wanted to try more."
"And you enjoyed yourself? This man treated you well?" Persephone was almost completely sure who this man was, because there had been few men Makaria had talked about. Freyr, the Norse god. Persephone had spoken to him herself a few times. He seemed to care greatly for Makaria.
"Yes," Makaria said, blushing with a smile. "He's very nice to me. And I enjoyed it."
"Hades," Persephone said, voice a little louder, a little more commanding to get his attention. "You daughter is telling you that she has been fortunate enough that her first time with a man has been by her own choice and was a loving and enjoyable event." She looked down at Hades to make sure he was listening, before smiling at Makaria. "Makaria, I am pleased that told us about this, and that you have had such good luck as to have that experience with someone who respected your boundaries and treated you well.