A small smile spread across her face as he reminded her of the power she held. She felt it in the winter of course, but knowledge of it seemed to dissipate when she left him.
He was right, however. She was his Queen, no matter the time of year. And that, combined with his oath on Styx, was enough to shut out the worry he would hurt her. At least enough for the moment.
She pulled him towards her again, and she kissed him hard before whispering, "then worship me."