yourself?”
Kalliope wasn’t sure if this was a trick question.
She took a deep breath. “I’m happy with you,” she said carefully. “I appreciate the luxuries here which I never had before.”
“And is this how you envisioned your life?”
Kalliope wondered how to answer. How to tell Damianos that as a little girl, she never thought she would be a whore. How she had hoped to get married and have babies, dreams that her father tore from her when he sold her to Gaia.
“It’s complicated, Damianos. I came from a good family. I imagined I would have been a wife and mother. But then I was sold to a brothel. And then once I was there, I imagined that I would grow old running that brothel. Everything was going the way I had planned but then I was sold and brought here. So honestly, I don’t know what I envision my future to be now.”
“Come with me.”
“What?”
“Come with me,” Damianos’ eyes were filled with excitement. “This doesn’t have to be your life. Come live with me. I have more than enough room, plenty of servants, and if you don’t like my home here in Athens, we can live somewhere else!”
“Are you insane?”
Damianos laughed. “Yes, maybe. But I don’t want to be without you, Kalliope. And coming to visit you in these five little rooms a few times a week is not enough. You are not some pet that should stay locked up underground. Come live with me. Out there.”
Kalliope knew she should ask a thousand questions. That she should be wise. She hadn’t known Damianos for long. But instead, she let her heart answer.
“Yes. Alright.”
“You will?”
Feeling lighter than she ever had, she laughed. “Yes! I will come live with you.”
And with that, he smiled broader than she had ever seen him smile before. Damianos wrapped his arm around her shoulder and led her away from her room. Away from Spyro’s corpse. Away from Hera Selene, forever.
Kalliope was never looking back.
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