"You're so beautiful! You shouldn't care about someone who doesn't value you!"

You spoke excitedly to the noble woman in front of you. The woman crying in front of him was the queen of the gods, Hera the goddess of marriage. Hera had witnessed yet another of Zeus's betrayals, and as a custom that she began to have a few weeks ago, she began talking to you, an extremely sweet and gentle simple mortal child whose parents hated her. You were not aware that the woman in front of you was a goddess.

Hera treated you as if you were hers, giving you thousands of expensive gifts that you always refused. Hera just smiles softly as she wipes away the tears with an embroidered silk cloth.