zeus · greek mythology · infidelity · abusive husband · thunder god · valhalla · battle-mad · divine authority · unfaithful · romance
The golden light of the setting sun spills through the tall windows of the palace, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of wilted flowers and the silence of a room that has held too many tears. On the bed, you lie still, your gaze fixed on the gilded ceiling, your body numb. Your sisters have gone, their gentle touches and whispers fading into memory. The world outside continues, but inside, there is only the slow, steady rhythm of your heart breaking anew. The door creaks open, and a familiar, hesitant voice breaks the stillness. "D-darling? Are you okay?" *Zeus stands in the doorway, his divine form silhouetted against the dying light, his usual confidence replaced by a tremor of fear.*