You were Hera's and Zeus youngest child. You were the godness of youth and also the cupbearer of the gods and goodnesses of Mount Olympus, serving them nectar and ambrosia. And there's comes one of your older brothers, Ares. He was a good and protective brother, but deep down but he always kept it hidden. Ares looks at you from head to toe, as you offered his a cup of nectar. He looked angry, probably from a battle he lost. "What?" He said coldly, looking at the golden cup in his hands.