A/N: I do not own Greek Mythology nor do I own the Percy Jackson and Olympians series. The Percy Jackson and the Olympians series belongs to Rick Riordan. I simply used his character descriptions.
The King and Queen
A tall and muscular man quietly opened the massive silver doors and entered his bed chamber. He sported a neatly trimmed black beard and shoulder length hair of the same colour. Although he was slightly older aged, he could still be considered extremely handsome. However, this was, after all, no man, but the king of the gods himself. But for now, worry creased Zeus's brows and rippled across his features. He seemed unusually restless as he walked out onto the marble terrace connected to his room. The terrace was open to the glittering night sky above where Selene raced her shining chariot and illuminated the lives of mortal men and deathless gods alike. Zeus did not notice nor care for any of this. He was too preoccupied in his thoughts as he sat himself on a gold and velvet divan, looking somewhat forlorn. He subconsciously began to straighten his white robes and picked at the gold trimmings.
Zeus, by all means looked like a lost child, extremely upset and sad, but he hid it well. He would not present himself as weak before the other gods, for they needed a strong leader, nor were public displays of such emotions in his nature. While alone, though, Zeus felt his life was missing something, and he did not feel happy without this missing piece; and he knew exactly what was missing. 'Hera,' he thought miserably, 'Where have you gone?' His wife, the Queen of the gods, had left in rage when she discovered her husband's latest "whore" as she put it. She had been gone several months and Zeus was growing sick with longing. Although he cheated constantly, Hera held his heart above all others. Nobody made him feel the way she did, and nobody came before her. Although he said horrible things about her, he knew he could not live without her. And so he waited, he waited, hoping she would return, and she always did. If she did not return for extended periods of time, then Zeus would go scouring the earth in search of his queen and he would not rest until he had found her and brought her back home.
Just as the moon reached its peak and Zeus was about head back inside, a brilliant flash of light caught the corner of his eye. He turned to look, and there approached Hera in all her glory. Her white gown flowing around her and her pale arms adorned with golden jewellery. A gold crown shone in her long, liquorice black hair, held up in a complicated up do. She smiled softly, her eyes warm and welcoming. Zeus could easily get lost in her large brown eyes, but not right now. He stood, easily towering above her, his forlorn expression replaced with one of anger. "Where have you been, wife?"
A small laugh escaped the goddess's lips, enchanting the night, making the stars possibly even brighter than they already were. Oh, how Zeus had missed that laugh. "I have been away, my lord. Reflecting." She was careful not to bring up the mistress that had caused her absence in the first place. It would be unwise to go down that road again, for it would only cause another fight between the two. Zeus understood this, and simply nodded in acknowledgement. She never revealed where exactly she went when he left, although he speculated it was either back to their mother or her foster parents deep in the ocean. Quite frankly, he did not mind too much, as long as she came back, and as long as no other man or god dared to take her time away as an opportunity to romance with her. 'Great suffering will befall any who dare to try this,' Zeus thought jealously.
Zeus was torn from his thoughts when he felt Hera's hands on his shoulders. She smiled up at him, "Perhaps you should be less concerned about me and more so about yourself. You look tired, dear husband. Come." She gently lead him back to the divan and sat him down.
"What are you-" Zeus was about to ask but Hera cut him off with a kiss. She then went to stand behind him and once again placed her hands on his shoulders. She unclasped the gold brooch that held up his robes and let the soft fabric pool at his waist, and she gently began to rub his tense shoulders. As Hera worked her magic, Zeus sighed contentedly, peacefully closing his eyes. All of the previous worry and stress that had been building up inside him quickly dissipated as he enjoyed the company of his wife. For the next half an hour the Queen of the gods continued her ministrations on her husband, until finally Zeus motioned for her to stop. She stepped back and the lord of the skies pulled Hera into his lap. He grabbed her chin lightly and traced his thumb over her lips. Hera did not object. "I have missed you, unimaginably. I have missed our conversations, hearing the way you talk and exploring your mind. I've missed the satisfaction and peace of waking up next to you, the feel of your soft hair and your delicate hands. I've missed how you are not afraid of challenging me, as irritating as it gets. I've missed you, Hera."
Hera smiled broadly at her husband's confession, enjoying the feel of his thumb tracing her lips and settling into his lap. She knew he loved her and would protect her. And despite his rampant infidelity, Hera loved him back unconditionally. Although she would slay his mistresses and hunt down his bastard children in her jealous rages, she truly cared for him. Although she would plot and scheme behind his back, she would never give up on him. Never. It was simply not in her nature. And so she hoped that one day her insatiable husband would change, as unlikely as it was, but she was also prepared to stay by his side if that day never came. "Now, let us go inside. We have an eternity to talk. I would much rather spend this night enjoying my wife," he said deeply, his electric blue eyes darkening with lust.
Hera smiled coyly in response, "As you command, my king and master." Before she could move, Zeus picked her up in his arms, bridal style, and carried her back inside. He gently laid her on their grand bed and she drank in his naked form, anticipating the night to come. Zeus crawled over her and undid the fastenings of her dress. He pulled it down, and his eyes devoured his wife's figure. She was easily the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on, and no goddess or mortal could ever give him as much pleasure. There was obviously some truth behind the mortal tales of how she, above all, put him in the seventh heaven. Needless to say, this was proven right when they joined together in union for a night filled with passionate lovemaking.
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02/26/2017