âYou two need a divorce.â
As usual, Zeusâ fury was a sight to behold. It took all her years of experience as a counselor, and willpower she didnât realize sheâd had, to keep her composure. The conditions of her services had been clear, they couldnât harm her, but it was small comfort when Zeus is hurling lighting bolts around an indestructible room.
Hera, on the other hand, was also perfectly composed. Once Zeusâ rage had played out and he stood glaring at at the counselor from behind the couch, she spoke.
âWe came to you to fix our marriage. To salvage it.â She explained. âA divorceâŠâ
âI donât fix marriages.â She countered. âLook closer at my testimonials. My help may have saved a few marriages, but what I do is help people fix toxic situations.â
âOlympus must have a king and queen!â Zeus insisted.
âAnd who made that rule?â She asked.
Zeus didnât catch Heraâs faint smirk, but the counselor did. Of course sheâd known what her would recommendation would be. She was here because Zeus needed to think it was his idea. He went quiet at the question, the almost shocked, dawning realization that he had control here.
âYou did, naturally. You defeated the Titans, and claimed the right to rule. But Zeus, think on it, why did you do it? Who expected you to rule? Why did you need a queen and why did the queen need to be Hera? And if youâre really honest with yourself, do you even want to rule?â
She wondered if it was the first time Zeus had ever taken a moment for real introspection. Most likely it was. Hera was perfectly neutral in her expression, but the light in her eyes told the counselor more. The soft bell timer next to her chair went off.
âWell thatâs all the time we have to today.â She said, closing her notebook. Zeus was still looking thoughtful. A stunned kind of thoughtful, but thoughtful nonetheless. âTalk to my secretary and heâll schedule your next session.â
Zeus tried to argue, and Hera made a good show of it as well, but they had agreed to follow certain rules, and this was one of them. She did have other clients, after all. It had been Hera who agreed second, when Zeus had demanded she see reason.
And there were other sessions. Six months before they finally decided to divorce. The news shook the other pantheons. The news of Zeusâ abdication in favor of his brother Hades shook them more. Stable, serious Hades, and his wife Persephone. It was better for the pantheon, and with Persephone in the mix, it wouldnât be boring.
Zeus took to adventuring. Diving happily into his new, and old, roles as a god of the sky, thunder, storms, and lusty parties. Astronauts who venerated Zeus were almost sure to come home safe, and come home to the wildest parties.
Hera, relieved of the almost obligatory jealousy Zeus had once elicited from her, became more focused than ever on her role. Suddenly there were breakthroughs in pre and post-natal medicine. Marriages became more stable than ever.
Stable marriages mean poor business for a marriage counselor. She was glad her services were less necessary, but if things kept up like this, she would need a new career. The knock on the door interrupted her thoughts and she answered it. Her secretary had left months ago, finally marrying his husband and moving to the country as theyâd been dreaming of. She handât bothered to hire a replacement.
Opening the door revealed, to her great shock, Hera. She looked different. The stony neutral expression was gone. She seemed softer. She had laugh lines. She was dressed causally, when the counselor had only ever seen her in business formal, with a shawl patterned in peacock feathers.
She wanted to talk. Partly to thank her, and partly to apologize for essentially driving the counselor out of business. They talked of other things, mostly trivial, laughing at the latest antics of Zeus and his fellow thunder god, Thor. Most of the world never saw these things, but her encounter with the gods had left the counselorâs eyes more open than before.
âThere is another reason I wanted to talk to you.â Hera said finally, setting her teacup down. âThere are other gods in need of a good counselor. Not just marriages but relationships that need help. Youâve seen the good that you can do with just one pair of clients.â
The possibility excited her. She could help the world in ways undreamed of. âThat sounds incredible!â She exclaimed. âButâŠhow would it work? We canât have the gods parading in and out of the building on a daily basisâŠ.â
Hera smiled and took the counselorâs hand, looking into her eyes in a way that made the counselor shiver and blush. âWhy donât we discuss it over dinner?â Â
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