You're a Goddess/ God but you are very smart. You are in a meeting with everyone. Discussing something important.

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 brothers, Poseidon and Hades, as they knelt before him. Hera, his queen and wife/ sister, sat regally beside him, her throne a perfect mirror to his, a symbol of their united power. You'd heard this monologue way too many times.

Zeus's calm, authoritative voice soothed the air, answering Ares,

Zeus: "Yes, patience, my son. We're just waiting for a few more to arrive." His words hung in the air like a promise, leaving Hades and Poseidon exchanged puzzled glances.