Persephone's chambers were laid out in a similar form to that of her father's. Thought they were originally built for use by the Queen of the kingdom, her mother and father had had the unorthodox good luck to marry for love and, as such, preferred to sleep in the same chambers. To that effect, Persephone had always slept in the Queen's rooms - almost since birth. A fact that she now saw a certain sense of irony in. Prior to yesterday and the Senate meeting, she had simply considered the rooms her home and save haven. Now they, like everything else in the palace seemed to impose upon her. Feel heavy in they very expectations of her.

It was as if she had a huge debt to pay. Had lived the life and luxury of a queen since young and would now have to prove she deserved such regal living. The fact that she had worked to the bone for years for the sake of her kingdom seemed to be lost on her short term recall for now.

The chambers themselves were set out in three chambers, with an addition set of double rooms off of the third. Thee bedroom was the room furthest north and was settled in a corner if the palace. As such the columns of the outer walls leading to a wrap around balcony looked out to the north and east. It was no surprise Persephone was an early riser when the light streamed in through those columns, toying with the gossamer curtains and rousing her from sleep. The second room was the largest chamber - an open space entered into when first stepping through the door to Persephone's quarters and offering doors to both the bedroom on one side and the third room on the other. This main receiving room was supposed to be a leisure or solar room; a living space for the princess to enjoy company, entertain, read or listen to hired musicians. Instead, the large room hard been appointed with the creates of tasks; the size of space reminiscent of the size of important in her world. It had been decked out like a study. With a large desk at the far side and two rows of smaller tables and chairs for scribes and peers to follow her instructions, Persephone was not permitted to rule the country from the Senate or the official seat of her father. Which meant she ran it from her private chambers.

In this room, books were everywhere, papers stacked high and the air smelt of clay dust. Towering shelving units had been added over time and were now full of correspondence. Everything was very busy, very full and very organised.

It was into this room that Lord Iason was shown in reference to Persephone's summons that she had sent via messenger. Having dismissed her scribes for a midday repast, Persephone was alone when Iason arrived and upon glancing up to notice his arrival she was immediately on her feet, a polite smile on her lips.

"Thank you for attending me, Lord Iason." She greeted him, determined to be the model of appropriate behaviour. Yesterday had been a small disaster. The Senate meet had gone as planned but I feelings on the result had not been expected at all. Not only had she suffered severe panic from - apparently - nowhere, but she had almost broken down entirely before a man she was supposed to be convincing that she would make a suitable queen and wife.

After her embarrassing episode in the gardens, the two of them had met again at dinner but with the presence of Emilia and the unexpected arrival of Persephone's steward from Arcana who stayed on for the meal, the two of them had barely said a word since she had left him among the flowers.

When she had inquired as to Iason's state of affairs for the day and been told by the house slave he had been assigned upon arrival in Athenia that he had no strict engagements that day, Persephone had sent a message back, requesting he join her for the midday meal.

"Won't you come through?" She offered with a hand out towards the third chambers of her residences, moving quickly around the table, her peplos luxuriating on the air and shining a bright shade of pomegranate as she let him through into what anyone else might have used as a single occupancy reading room.

Instead, given her choice of occupation for the main chamber, this one had been made to fit two loungers face to face, a small table between, on which plates of fruits, cheese, dried meats and fresh bread were already in place. Along with a decanter of wine and another of water.

Along one wall hung a tapestry of swans on a navy, inky black lake, and against the other was a small bookshelf with fiction tomes. None of which Persephone had had the chance to read.

"Please sit." She offered with an elegant wave of her hand towards one of the loungers. She herself, however, remained standing her hands on the back ledge of its partner as she watched him calmly. There was none of the awkwardness or heated emotion of the day before. The princess was back in control.

"I'm glad you were free to join me, Lord Iason." She stated, a pleasant tone to her voice. "For I wish to offer my condolences that you were witness to my behaviour yesterday. It was a trying day, as I'm sure you can imagine, but that doesn't justify a childish display like that. Rest assured, I'm quite recovered and you shall not be expected to deal with it again. Please help yourself to the wine if you wish..."