The Queen's Heir
she said softly, her voice carrying just enough to be heard over the music, "you've given me hope again. For so long I've watched Zeus build empires of power and dominance while forgetting what truly matters—connection, beauty, the love between beings. I've seen mortals suffer under systems designed to serve the strong rather than lift up the weak, and I've felt powerless to change it, bound by traditions and duties that sometimes feel like chains."
Her gaze shifted to where Eirene stood playing with a group of children, teaching them how to make small wreaths from olive leaves and wildflowers. The morning light surrounded her like a halo, but it was the warmth in her smile, the patience in
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