A/N: Still not loving Hera; she makes it very difficult. I'm trying, though. I really am. Anyway, thanks to horseyfan, who kinda scares me with that immense knowledge of Greek mythology and culture, for the idea. I'd forgotten about the daughters. Enjoy, and please remember that suggestions and reviews are always appreciated!


Frown


Every time Hera thought about her children, she frowned.

Ares, though strong, was foolish and rash. And Hephaestus—the ugliest lump of a god ever to exist. She hated to think that she'd created that.

She saddened when she thought about her daughters, too, though for a different reason. Sweet Hebe, calm Eileithyia, and bold Eris. Why were they not honored as much as her good-for-nothing sons? They were goddesses, and daughters of the King and Queen of Olympus at that. So why were they unloved?

Her daughters brought smiles to her solemn face and aches to her somber heart.