Hera stepped closer to Zeus, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw with affection that had only deepened with time. The morning breeze carried strands of her dark hair across her face, and she brushed them aside with a movement that spoke of both grace and grounded strength. "Remember when we first met?" she asked softly, her voice barely audible over the distant sounds of departing revelers making their way home through the mountain paths. "You were chasing lightning across the sky, so full of yourself and your thunderbolts, trying to prove you were the strongest of all the gods."She paused, her hand resting on his cheek as she looked into his eyes—eyes that had once held only ambition, but now carried the weight of wisdom and hard-won understanding. "I was tending my gardens on the slopes below, trying to bring life to barren soil that had been scorched by old conflicts. You descended from the clouds, all golden armor and booming voice, and you thought I was just a simple earth
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