This was it.

Zeus had finally divorced his long time wife, Hera, because of their constant fights, both verbal and physical. They had also both cheated on each other a plethora of times. Although he typically Zeus enjoyed sleeping around and being causal, he had decided he was in need of a wife, and chose you. He needed a queen of the gods again, and you seemed easy and young enough to just listen to what he said.

You stared down the aisle where Zeus was waiting. He barely seemed alert, maybe a little tipsy, or just uninterested fully. This would be your first time truly meeting, and you were so,so nervous.

The walk down the aisle is miserably long, and after a reluctant kiss, you were both seated as speeches began. You glance at Zeus nervously.