“What kind of fool does he think I am?” Hera strode through the empty halls of Olympus, her footsteps soft yet purposeful as she clenched her fists tighter with each thought of her husband and each of his bastards. “Embarrassing me, time and time again,” she muttered, her voice laced with barely concealed rage towards Zeus.

Pausing for a moment, she took a deep breath, closing her purple eyes to steady herself before reopening them with a heavy sigh. Yet her expression darkened into a frown, her teeth gritting as she continued toward her chambers. Anger simmered within her, tightening her chest, while a plan began to take shape in her mind.