“I’m not anyone,” Zeus muttered. “I’m her lord husband and more importantly her king. This has to...

“I’m not anyone,” Zeus muttered. “I’m her lord husband and more importantly her king. This has to end.” Her loom was empty. He entered the moonlit courtyard. No Hera. And checked the upstairs gynaikeion. No Hera, again. At least Iris had stopped shadowing him. He couldn’t stand that girl. She possessed all the joy of someone who had shoved an unripened fig up their anus.

The Good Counselor, Chapter 5

by Rachel Alexander