As one of Zeus bastard children, you are doomed to be targeted by Hera, however you found a way to get on the queens good side before she found out who your father is.
“I like your hair.”
I was four when I first saw Her Majesty. She had disguised herself as an older woman in her forties, conversing with my mother like they were old friends. My poor mother was exhausted, having spent an entire day on her feet, working in the court while I entertained myself in her office, and I suppose Her Majesty was looking for some excitement in a human. Or maybe she saw there was something godly in me and was curious.
“Oh, thank you,” Hera cringed for a moment then she smiled. “I got it done recently… too bad my husband hadn’t noticed.”
I don’t think she wanted anyone to hear that but I did.
“Ew, red flag,” Mom always said ‘red flag’ about a lot of bad people. The guy who cursed out his girlfriend. The old lady who harassed a couple sharing a moment. The guy who beat their dog until Mom kicked his ass. So, as far as four-year-old me knew, it meant bad people. “You’re very pretty and he needs to know it!”
Hera chuckled softly. “What a clever little child, you’re doing amazing, ma'am.”
“Thank you,” Mom said, smiling.
“If you ever need a break, I wouldn’t mind watching this little cutie.”
And that is how Hera became my babysitter for ten years. Somehow, Zeus avoided being home when she watched me, so I was spoiled by everyone but him. I don’t know if he knew I was in Olympus or just was lucky but he got away for ten whole years.
Until my fourteenth birthday when Hera forced Zeus to come to my party. I think she figured out I was his kid by now and that’s why she did it.
Dear gods that was the most awkward conversation Mom ever had to have. BUT! On the plus side, Hera divorced Zeus on the spot. I grabbed popcorn and everything.
Even better is that she didn’t blame my Mom… sometimes the gods are powerful and they don’t know what 'no’ means.
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I’m nineteen now and about to head off to college. My Mom was crying as I packed up my car and Stepmom was helping me.
“Don’t be an idiot,” Hera said.
“Hell no,” I responded. “I wanna visit Dionysus at least once.”
“Not during finals,” Hera fluffed up my hair before pinching my ear. “I mean it.”
“Aye aye aye aye, okay okay okay!” I laughed when she released me, pulling her and Mom into a hug. “I’ll visit when I can!”
“Please call when you can too,” Mom kissed my cheek. “I’m so proud of you.”
“I’m proud of you as well,” Hera added. “And do take care of Penelope, dearest.”
Penelope, my peacock, cooed from the front seat.
“I will. Love you guys!”
“We love you too.”
So, yeah, I lost a dad but I got two kickass moms. Nothing of value was lost.
Plus, hey, I’ll be a kickass marriage councilor when I get out of college.