Olympus — Temple Gardens
The sun hovered lazily over Olympus, draping golden light over the palace roofs and marble paths. The gardens buzzed quietly, a place meant for peace—until now.
Metis stood beneath the olive tree by the fountain, arms folded, her expression calm but unreadable.
Across from her, Hera's smile was anything but soft.
"When Zeus returns," Hera said, stepping closer, her golden sandals brushing against the grass, "he'll have to choose his queen. And I will be the one he chooses."
She tilted her head, green eyes glittering. "But don't worry, Metis. I won't take away your right to see him. I'm generous like that."
Metis didn't move. She just blinked once.
"Generous?" she said, voice quiet but cutting. "You sound confident."
