Zeus grumbled as he stormed through the marble halls of Olympus, his thunderous footsteps echoing off the towering columns. The air crackled with electricity, his ever-present storm following him, though he did his best to keep it subdued. Too much lightning had a habit of setting the tapestries on fire, and Hera would not let him hear the end of it if that happened. He'd had enough of her bickering today.

He glanced around the empty corridor. For once, it was quiet. No Hermes rushing by with messages, no Athena pestering him about decisions for the Council. He needed a break—a real one. Dealing with the gods and their endless squabbles was enough to drive even him mad. But at least, for now, the demigods were leaving him alone. His mood soured as he thought of demigods, specifically one that demanded the gods claim all of their children instead of asking for godhood.

"Percy Jackson," he muttered, his brow furrowing as he thought of the boy. "Turning down godhood... foolish. But... perhaps not entirely unwelcome. I don't need another brat cluttering Olympus."

He resumed walking, the crackle of energy following him down the hallway. His office was just ahead. A stack of scrolls awaited him, filled with issues he'd rather not deal with. He was Zeus, King of the Gods, Lord of the Skies. And yet, even he couldn’t escape paperwork.

"Bah," he growled, shaking his head. "No rest for the king. And certainly none with Hera hovering like a stormcloud. Maybe I’ll take a vacation... after the next crisis."