*In Mount Olympus*
Hera paced the confines of her bedroom for the thousandth time today. Every time she would stop she would think Zeus was coming in to bring her bad news but it would be a servant trying to clean up or someone or another wanting her to sign off on this or that.
It surprised her that she was allowed to do her queenly duties even though she was being punished. She was allowed to rule, sit in on meetings and run the operations of the palace all from the comfort of her chambers. Not that it felt comfortable at all, there was no use in trying to paint over the disgusting mould, she was trapped here, locked in like a prisoner in the world's most luxurious jail.
