Author's Note: This is my foremost tale of Zeus and Hera that would involve several chapters. Foremost would it be within the perspective of Hera's then Ares' then back to the Queen. I am attempting then to upload daily to minimize the cliff-hangers and tension.

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"So after all of the centuries you are vowed to me, some of my nous has finally make sense to you?"

"Watch your tongue, you insolent woman. Queen are you.."

"Dearest, keep talking and the whole Olympus would witness how airy your head is. Truly was I a deity of the heavens even before I am stuck with you."

"Have you no grace, woman?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, is my scorn showing, your Grace?"

Without patience to spare, his hands then turn to fist and had the crown of his wife fall. Bruises would soon come from the markings left by the blow. Like silent thunder would they have the lady ache and with tears building, she was amid air, having his hands clutched against her neck, tight.

"I tolerate you. Truly does regret comes by the end, such as marrying you."

With it had he abandoned her. Off once more to then find a lady that could pleasure him, she would say to her shaken mind. As to while his wife would be here, trembling with angst and fear. She did not mean to let her temper drive her to madness as it did before their talk. She never meant to kill. Nonetheless, should you have Zeus as a husband, could you then call it a crime?

"Sometimes, I would prefer having you angered by the thought of having me in your presence. At least, you took notice of me." With hush tears could she then remember how his face of distaste would then be the only portrait left for her to even think should his name be mentioned. Gone with the years was his face filled with bliss. At least when facing her. How does his lips curl? To when he would, preferably, if possible, smile, how warm was his eyes? I could not remember..

Foolish would she then to think he would return, to the flimsy lock her compassion is, and be reunited with her arms. That was all she is to desire. To then feel the warmth there was within his arms rather than of any faun sheltering in. Could it not be any simpler? Here was she once more, upon their bedroom, to then have a home meant for two yet lived by one. Would this be how her life may then be? To then find comfort in pain? To wait until an illusion would be there to when alas, he could then be with her evermore? A sigh remained still, caused by the coldness of their quarters. By the thud of his departure, composed and undisturbed, the darkness was haunting. The pressure given by the colossal area of their shared domain truly sensed as the chill air settled itself wholly within.

Curse this given delusion yet it is to what sustains her. Had she not compromised herself to then live with his appetite? Given up her dream of even then finding a loyal man who could love her just as much as she loves him so. Oh love, to love do we hold onto. Never easy but I am trying.

With a single glance upon the window, could she still see her King, composed yet in a hurry, distant himself from their abode. Even when afar, would her eyes follow him until it could no longer go forth. Attempting to then take a stand, the pain lingered, drowning her to the ache. Vivid did it let her remember the pain and the humiliation... Perhaps he never did love me. Perhaps it was only lust or infatuation by first sight to which had him tolerating her presence. He said it so, after all. She was not special, to his eyes she was not.

Able then to settle by her post, staring towards the reflection bestowed by the mirror, she noticed that though her visage offered perfection and life, her orbs gave a vision of a void. Nulled for ages. Perhaps, immortality gave her a polite feedback to the life she currently possessed. Nothing to fret of. By the reflection, the Regent could take a full grasp of their once sanctuary. Could it even still be called as such? Rekindling those nights to where their bodies would press, Hera would hear his hush whispers, his dreams presented to how he murmurs in the dark. Somehow, faintly would she hear him, the name she would hear would be hers and when once more the nightmare would come would he hold her dearly to where fears were hushed by modest affections. But that was moments to where time passed by, It will never return there. It never will.

As the blue hue entwined with lavender was painted by pain, a mere beauty or of a mark of their marriage, it was something her children must not take notice of. Clothing herself more to veil, having a frock to where the discolouration was bestowed. It was something then to remind her of to the reality she is chained with, the Queen concluded that should she then stay would it be miserable for both of them. With the contusion hit did she hiss by the sting, she finds herself wanting of comfort and to it would she then travel onto. Now I know he will never leave me, even if he has run off for another stray. He had left his mark, after all.

Venturing forth to Thrace, the Queen herself was greeted by an embrace from the rear, a small yet hearty chuckle echoed behind her ears as she was raised high before another embrace took her tight.

"Oh Ares, dearest child, to when you were young was I the once who would carry you and now it seems our roles have changed."

With a smile from his dearest mother, once more could he tell she was troubled. Zeus. "Well, call it exercise. Murder is after all, cheaper than therapy."

By her sudden glance, my tongue rolled to its base, never again allowed to speak, with a gulp to emphasize it. Not that topic. "How are you feeling, mother? Truly are you welcomed here to dine and retire."

"Darling soldier, you seem to be serving quite a gold platter. Just a moment with you is fine. I miss you." Pinching the left side of her son's visage, 'Mom, my cheek is not a toy, why is this a habit of yours?' with her smile visible did the god let it slide.

"How are your children, son, and do you happen to know to where your sister may be? I seem to miss her too."

Oblivious she may be, truly was it evident the bastard Zeus treated his dear mother. "You are not a good liar, mother. Where is he? Where did he attack you now?"

"Lie..? since when did I lie to you my dearest son? Mommy would never do that to her dear warrior."

"Your cloak."

Before she may reply, war's darling wife came forth, in full splendor of beauty, liken of her birth, interfering our talk.

"If it were not the gold-digger of Olympus. You are not welcome here. Tell her so, hubby dear."

Before I may even dare reply, the Regent replied; "I came not for conflict, Aphrodite. If I were you would I silence that discourtesy as one becomes less of a beauty with that tongue."

"Pity as I do not. Leave now and be with the king. Oh, that is right, you deserve the hatred there is. Even Love scorns you."

"That is enough, dear." Hand grasped tight to the woman vowed unto me, she only departed from the hold and made clear that the open doors were closed. She is just being overprotective of her solider. She meant not to then hinder their love. How could she now be hard to the woman who gave birth to her husband.. A look by my mother and truly could I feel a woman eager for touch yet was forbidden to. Reaching to embrace her, never have I seem my mother more fragile than of now. Zeus will pay for this. How dare he could live with the lady vowed as his, forlorn to his presence. Had he got no nerve? If only he could murder immortals, he would have done it so liken of how he is at the service of her mother when infuriated. He does not deserve him and will never be.

"It is fine," hushing my fears, "Thank you for this, son. Bid your sisters Eris and Eileithyia my greetings and of my concern of her well-being." Her voice was shaking yet composed was the delivery. "I love you."

And to it was she gone. If only I could comfort her more. Yet even love would hinder it to be true. A light shoved to eternal darkness. I love you too, mother.

Should her eyes weary not, she might have cried gravely, three rivers deep. Wanting not to return to their sanctuary that seems to only prison them both and to not cause any more disorder within Olympus, it was no use of arguing unto her soul, or what was left of it, and dared to go forth to a path unbeknownst to many, even to herself. Many would ask, why still be with the King? Has he not done such damage even one would part ways with and move on? To answer it, she was a victim of her own mistake and of how she was and is delirious by him. Now that I am all alone once more, to where I am to go nowhere but here, and as the night would shut the windows of those awake to sleep, can I now make believe he is here. Here he would be, within my arms, softly hushing my worries, never letting a tear be wasted against her cheek, settling his lips there to have her yearning content. He will be there, sheltering me against the bitter cold, and comforting me liken of how he is comforted to when a nightmare would come. At least to her dream, he will.

Come now, Hera and must you dream? Have you not been exhausted to a fantasy long since past? Would it even be true to when hatred was all she is to then be given? Maybe Aphrodite is right, love disdains her by the madness she resides with. She never did no wrong. Murders were they yet with passion, burning by fury, yet were they a crime if it would keep her husband's faith to her? Even with eyes closed would he still be there, not with a smile but of dread. Should she then go, would he then be blissful?

Against the cold, fortunate was it for her journey to be answered, as the fare let her in. The pressure given by the colossal area of the domain truly was sensed as the chill air settled itself wholly within. Even the fire from its abode has turned the woods to ashes, leaving itself with nothing to feed, dying in conclusion. Biting her lower fold of her lips, Hera called out for her long-lost dear companion in a whisper. Meek was she to even utter. About to leave, the god refrained her so from going.

"Hera? Could that, be you? Goodness gracious, are you cold. Come and be warmed." Hades, arms stretched to have his sister's frail shoulders, glided her further in. "Running away again, I presume. At least be nurtured before we part ways."

Given facts/tales/theories/head-canons presented in chronological order:

1. Before Hera was then crowned as the wife of Zeus, she was but a ruler over the heavens and the Earth. One of the sole reasons as to why she is entitled to as 'The Queen of Heaven'.

2. To when Zeus was angered for having his wife cause a commotion resulting to Hercules' death, she was then hung in the clouds by golden chains and attached heavy anvils by her feet. Only then to be freed by her son, Hephaestus from the humiliation, for which the king threw him out of heaven, and his leg was broken by the fall.

3. With Ares' scandal as to having an affair with Aphrodite, and of the humiliation for getting caught. The god himself was banished from Olympus and now resides by Thrace, his birthplace.

4. The reason of Aphrodite's hatred to Hera would be of her forbidding her to be wed with his son, Ares. Having her then to disdain the Queen.