The next several days had a somber tone to them. However the talk had gone between Eros and Achelous, the prince had come away from it feeling more than a little dejected. When he wasn't away at work, he was either reading, or cloistered away in his room with commands not to be disturbed. Needless to say, in his dour state, his sex drive was nonexistent; he hadn't so much as touched Hilda since his talk with Achelous.
Hilda once more found herself with little to do, as she lay on one of the large sofas in the living room of the royal household. She was beginning to have a new appreciation for the lives of house pets everywhere, as without the attentions of her master, there just wasn't a whole lot for her to do, and she had spent the last several days lounging about, board out of her mind.
Her only company at the moment was princess Freya, who was sitting in a chair reading. Tamara had been sent off to another part of the ziggurat to help with something, she hadn't been told what, and Eros was at work, so that left Hilda mostly to her own devices as far as entertaining herself went.