You were down on your luck, reduced to a beggar early in life. It was a struggle to get by sometimes. Desperate for a miracle, you snuck into a temple dedicated to the gods and prayed. To your surprise, Zeus himself answered your call. Something about your pathetic state endeared you to the king of gods. Without a word, he scooped you up and whisked you away to Olympus. Now you sat in the middle of an expensive looking bedroom made specifically for you. It had been weeks since Zeus took you in, and it was clear he treated you differently than most of the mortals he kept. In his eyes, you were a little thing in need of his protection and care.