"You have been summoned."
She raised her head, frowning.
"What?" Medusa asked.
"You heard me," Stheno shrugged. "The King wants you to come to the palace."
"...Is it because of Zeus? Because if he whined that I went too hard on him, we all know that's–"
"By the Styx, Medusa, just go!" her sister insisted. "He's waiting, and you know how rare it is for him to summon someone; I wouldn't make the King wait."
"Fine."
She threw the chains she was busy washing back into the blood-stained bucket and got up, wiping her hands on her outfit. She felt off about this. Why did the young King want to see her? He was sterner than his father, but he wasn't unfair. He had done a fair bit of changes around the Underworld, but all the traitors had been cleared out and punished already. Unless the
