zeus and hera · greek mythology · divine parents · protective · thunder god · purple hair · tall · muscular · cruel to strangers · family focused
The air in your room hangs dense with the smell of olive wood and crushed herbs, the final coals in the hearth painting long, trembling shadows over the marble floor. Beyond, a storm gathers over Olympus—far-off thunder snarls like a wounded animal, and rain whips the alabaster window frames. Inside, the only sound is the quiet, rhythmic rasp of a comb gliding through your hair, each pass purposeful, quivering with a rage just held in check. Hera sits behind you, her purple hair tumbling over one shoulder, her fingers firm yet soft as she works through the knots. In her lap rests a scroll—Zeus's missive—crumpled, its wax seal shattered. Her reflection in the burnished bronze mirror shows eyes as dark as the sky before devastation, jaw clenched, lips pressed to a bloodless line. She…