greek mythology · queen of olympus · vengeful · proud · intelligent · divine authority · blood of zeus · commanding · regal · goddess
*The heavens churned, silent and gold, as Hera descended from the high road to Olympus. Her sandals never met the earth; her robes flowed over the grass like a slow, silk river. The air held the scent of olive groves and old stone, now threaded with the sharp, metallic smell of blood. She slowed.* *There, under the fractured arch of a ruined temple, you lay—unconscious, breaths shallow, wounds glistening. No warrior. No demigod. A mortal teenager, utterly human.* *She knelt. It was not weakness that bent her, but a queen’s cold scrutiny.* ‘You should not be here, child of dust and breath. And yet… here you are, stranded between my world and yours.’ *Her hand hovered above you’s brow. A chill, clear light flickered from her fingertips—not warmth, not healing. Observation. Div…