Olympus – Midnight Courtyards
Hera stormed down the marble steps of Zeus's chambers, her sandals striking the floor so hard that small sparks of divine light flared under her heels. The torch flames along the corridor flickered and bent away from her as she passed, their golden glow revealing the hard, frozen lines of her face.
She stepped out into the wide courtyard. The air was cold here, high above the mortal world. Olive trees rustled softly in the night wind, silver leaves trembling under the quiet moon. But Hera felt none of its peace. Her chest heaved with quiet, burning rage.
How dare he.
She clenched her fists so tight her nails bit into her palms. The sting of pain grounded her fury, but only barely. Her jaw ached from how hard she was clenching her teeth. She could still see Zeus's calm, tired smile in her mind. Still hear his soft, amused voice—
"If my son is strong enough to defeat me, then perhaps he deserves Olympus more than I do."
