The Queen's Heir
His expression was uncharacteristically softened, the usual thunderous authority replaced by something closer to satisfaction—a quiet peace that seemed to radiate from within.
"She did well," Hera's voice came from beside him, her arm linked through his in a rare moment of public affection. She wore a simple wrap of deep blue silk, and her dark hair was loose, catching the moonlight like spun obsidian. Her gaze was fixed on Eirene, who sat with a group of young students teaching them simple melodies on small lyres she had helped craft herself.
Zeus nodded slowly, his eyes following his daughter's movements with pride.
"She inherited her mother's wisdom and her own father's capacity for growt
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