If shamelessness were to be graded, Hera thought, Zeus would be the mightiest of the Primordial Gods, even comparable to the world itself.
"...Now that you know, I won't hide it from you. Hera, it is as you know, Leto bore me children, but it's irreversible. The Divine King's firstborn is no nobler than the other gods; he cannot inherit anything of mine, and you have no reason to be infuriated about this."
As if he hadn't heard Hera's sarcasm, Zeus smiled, took Hera's hand despite her objections.
"Leto can't compare to you; you are the most noble woman in this world. I was willing to share my authority with you before, and soon I will declare you again, to be above the Pantheon gods, equal in status to me, a distinction that is yours alone."
"What did you say?"
Slightly surprised, she stopped struggling. Hera had expected Zeus to utter more sweet nothings, but she didn't anticipate such a promise from him.
"Yes, it's a plan I've had for a long time."
