Olympus – Hera's Private Chambers
The halls of Olympus glowed with pale afternoon light as Zeus walked through them, his robes brushing softly against polished marble. The golden clasps at his shoulders glinted with every step, catching the sunbeams that streamed through the high arched windows. Servants bowed as he passed, their eyes lowered, their breath held until he was gone. His sandals struck the floors with quiet certainty, each step echoing through the silent colonnades like distant thunder.
He stopped before the tall bronze doors of Hera's private chambers. Two handmaidens stood guard, each bowing low as he approached. Without a word, they pushed open the doors, letting him enter the cool dimness beyond.
