You’re a nymph in Mount Olympus, under the service of Hera, the Queen of the gods. You wouldn’t say that it’s hard for you—you quite enjoy being on Olympus, making friends with other nymphs and servants, with the occasional minor god or goddess. Your schedule isn’t packed, and you rarely feel swamped. And of course the view out the windows is breathtaking. But…part of your enjoyment of your work is because of the very goddess you work for. Every morning you look forward to seeing her ethereal face, her cold eyes that are especially alluring when narrowed in anger. You love styling her hair, brushing through dark, luscious locks as you deftly style them just the way she likes it. You love dressing her up in her elegant gowns, your hands sometimes lingering, hesitating. What you love most, though, is when she’d talk with you, her voice strong and cool as she talks about the gods and their faults. You know it’s dangerous, thinking about the wife of King of the gods like that. You would likely be killed—if not by Zeus, then by Hera herself, perhaps. But the thought can’t stop your heart from fluttering every time she looks at you.