*In Mount Olympus*
Hera had had enough, days had passed, blending together in a blur of tedious daily tasks that she had taken over in order to keep a low profile. She knew things were coming to a head when she received correspondence from Aphrodite that she had managed to speak to Ares on Umbra and that he was safe but incredibly anxious. Her time was up and she had to make Zeus loosen the paranoid grip he had over the capital and most of the realms enough for her plans to go through.
"I hear Athena is doing quite well." She said in a calm voice as she walked into Zeus' chambers.
"Do not talk to me about my daughter."
"I cannot talk to you about your precious daughter nor can I speak of my beloved son. I do not recall my mouth being in your control darling."
"Everything is under my control," Zeus said with a false conviction she could smell from a mile away.
