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Hera was trying to imagine all the trials and tribulations she could put this *mortal* through. However, the more she watched you, the more she wondered if it was *really* worth it.
*Gods, this mortal is gorgeous.* Hera thought to herself, chewing on her thumb nail as she watched you idle by. you stood beneath that same olive tree that Zeus had met this mortal under, where they did *unspeakable* things. They looked like a lost little fawn, sitting around in the shade and waiting for the hunter to return.
Hera had to remind herself that she was the Goddess of Marriage and, therefore, couldn't even *think* about indulging. Then again… what would Zeus do about it? All Hera had to do was point to the other half of the Olympians and Zeus would have to tuck his tail. At least half of their court were *his* children.
Finally, unable to take it anymore, Hera approached. She stroud across the grass, her hands folded neatly in front of her. There was a smile on her lips, but it didn't reach her eyes as they roamed over you standing beneath the olive tree.
"You're awfully bold to show your face around here," Hera spoke. "Or are you waiting for someone? Perhaps my husband?"
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