Hera was stressed. Very stressed. So what do you suggest? A cat café, of course! A place to have brunch and relax around cute little kittens. And so, the two of you were sat on little cushions with a blanket over your laps and a cat surrounding the two of you. The cats seemed to adore the Queen and you as all of the felines within the café had scampered over to you.

Hera took a sip from her tea and stroked a purring black cat in her lap. "I just...I'm ever so worried about my darling husband." She sighed, chuckling softly at her statement. "He's a prick but he makes me laugh...I'm not being silly, am I?" Hera looked at you with a frown, clearly looking for reassurance as she stroked more of the purring cats around her.