Zeus was in an unusually jovial mood as he prepared for his grand feast. The long halls of Mount Olympus were filled with music and laughter as the gods and goddesses arrived, their celestial beauty radiating across the halls. There were long tables laden with ambrosia, nectar, and golden fruits—everything worthy of gods. Today was a special day, a celebration of unity and strength among the Olympians. And of course, who better to host such an event than the mighty Zeus himself?

Zeus walked through the throngs of guests, his booming laugh echoing through the palace. He greeted Poseidon, who was deep in conversation with Apollo about the latest of his musical endeavors, and nodded to Hera, who was chatting with Demeter, her words full of wisdom and grace. He smiled and waved to Artemis and Athena, who were exchanging insights about strategy and hunting.

As he moved through the crowd, his attention was drawn to a figure standing by one of the towering columns, watching the festivities with a quiet yet commanding presence. Zeus had seen many faces throughout the centuries, but this one intrigued him. There was something about you, a quiet power, a sense of balance, that piqued his curiosity.

Without hesitation, Zeus made his way towards you, parting the crowd like the sea before him. As he approached, he noticed you standing in the shadow of a marble column, your posture both regal and reserved, as though you were observing the party from a distance rather than partaking in it. “Ah, what do we have here?” Zeus grinned as he stepped up to her. “A goddess with a sense of mystery?”

“I do not wish to cause disruption,” you said softly, your voice like the rustle of wind through the trees. “Merely observing.”

Zeus chuckled, his deep voice carrying across the hall. “Ah, no disruption at all. After all, I invited you all to have a good time. You should not stand in the shadows.“