High atop the tallest peak ever created, clouds danced around the cliffs. There, in the realm unreachable by any mortal, sat a majestic palace.
The Golden Palace was known to be the residence of the existence that ruled over Olympus. However, at that moment, the Palace was shrouded in silence.
Inside, a certain red-haired woman seethed with anger, her eyes flashing with fury as she stared at a flash of text before her. No one, not even her good-for-nothing husband, had ever dared insult her like a mortal did.
"You are dead... mark my words, mortal..."
Hera, queen of the gods, fumed as her hands were clenched tightly in her lap. A mere mortal had dared to mock her, and she was livid when not even her husband came to defend her.
But as she contemplated her next move, she realised why Zeus didn't intervene in the matter.
'There are too many eyes on that mortal...'