"Artemis is a maiden Goddess." Hera began, "She therefore has not married. You condone this?"
Zeus, in return, narrowed his eyes, inclining his head with an abundance of caution.
"Athena is afforded the same. Two of your daughters." Her gaze turned cold in an instant, withering the face of her husband, "So, why should Hebe- Commander of youth itself- be forced into marriage? She is but a child, after all, and she will remain as such."
"Hera-"
In her rage, she allowed him not a spare word. "What authority do you think allows you to address me? Wedding vows? You have never before considered them law and you will not begin now."
Zeus' voice did not strike her as the thunderous depth when he spoke. His words, she found, merely caused her to recognise the emptiness which already lay inside her.
"You may join your daughter." He told her, "If it pleases you. A marriage to Herakles is far from the worst punishment I could consider."
"My daughter." Hera repeated, "She's my daughter until she holds your cup, is that correct?"
Her husband did not grace her insolence with a reply. Many words born of fury graced his lips throughout his reign and yet, in the face of his wife, his Queen, Zeus simply turned away in shame.
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