Leto almost spilled her wine when Apollo barged into the throne room with Hermès in tow.
"Can we make this quick mother, it's not safe for Marley to be on her own for a long time." Apollo spoke as he stood in front of Zues and Leto.
"Good afternoon to you too son." Leto responded sarcastically. "Has all the fuss gotten to your head that you've forgotten your manners?"
Apollo frowned as Hermès chuckled behind him. The god bowed before his parents and cleared his throat. "Forgive me. Good afternoon mother, father. If you would please tell me why you called for me so I may be on my way back to my beloved."
Zues sighed and leaned forward. He still hadn't found the right words to use to explain to his son that he had to publicly proclaim his love to Marpessa.
"Son," the king of the gods began to speak, "know that everything we're about to ask of you is in the best interest of the child Marley carries, and for the good of Olympus as well."
