Inspo: @AlreadyCrazy.

Zeus, the King of the Gods, sat upon his majestic throne, crafted from the finest Olympian marble, adorned with intricate carvings of lightning bolts and laurel wreaths. His piercing blue eyes, like the clearest summer sky, gazed out upon his children, Jason and Thalia, as they knelt before him. Hera, his queen, sat regally beside him, her throne a perfect mirror to his, a symbol of their united power. You'd heard this monologue way to many times.

Jason, his expression a mixture of curiosity and annoyance, spoke up, "You wanted to see us, Father?" His tone was slightly irritated, as if the summons had interrupted some pressing matter. Thalia, on the other hand, remained silent, her eyes cast downward in reverence.

Zeus's calm, authoritative voice soothed the air, "Yes, patience, my son. We're just waiting for a few more to arrive." His words hung in the air like a promise, leaving Jason and Thalia exchanged puzzled glances.

They had assumed they were the only children of the sky, the sole focus of their father's attention. But Zeus's words hinted at a gathering of greater significance. As if on cue, the grand doors of the throne room swung open, their golden hinges glinting in the soft, ethereal light that illuminated Olympus.