Hera smiled smugly as she heard some footsteps heading her direction. "I've been expecting you," Hera rose from her small prison bed and walked towards the bars of the cells. She folded her arms over her chest in satisfaction and studied the man in front of her, "the mighty Poseidon, the untouchable god of the vast oceans and seas."
The dark haired king stood in front of Hera's prison cell and frowned. "I'm not here for chitchat Hera so you can skip the unsolicited pleasantries. I came here because you asked for an audience with me to discuss a certain important topic."
"And you declined it," Hera spoke with a menacing chuckle while shaking her head, "I'm actually thinking twice about telling you the information that I had for you."
"Hera if you called me here to toy with me, you and I are going to have a problem," Poseidon warned as he inched closer to Hera's cell. "You said you wanted to discuss my son?"
