Goddess (2) [Hera]

  Hera sat with her legs crossed, arms folded across her chest. The other three goddesses who were seated at the table all looked as uncomfortable as Hera was on the inside. 

  “I call this meeting.. to.. Let’s start-!” Hestia stuttered, clearly embarrassed to have floundered a simple sentence in front of the Queen Of The Gods. Hera clicked her tongue and sat up straighter. 

  “Have any of you found any candidates for TGOEM?” Athena asked, whisking a brush through her ankle-length silver locks, which had been tied up in a ponytail to keep it off of the floor. Artemis wasn’t paying the slightest amount of attention. Underneath her rich purple curls she was frowning at her phone’s screen, her face illuminated by the blue light it cast towards her. Hera sighed under her breath.

  

  “Oh, Demeter thinks Persephone would be a lovely candidate. But Kore herself might not wish to be a goddess of eternal maiden hood. I’ve organized a meeting with them later this month.” Artemis said finally, breaking the boring silence.

  “Well then, if this meeting is adjourned, Zeus needs me for work in the mortal realm, so I’ll be on my way.” Hera said, collecting her things and standing. Her husband’s name tastes bitter in her mouth. He just needed her out of the house while he cheated on her with another one of his good looking nymphs who worked for him. 

  She sighed again, louder. She didn’t expect much sympathy from these three women. Athena was much to regal and reserved to have ever held a conversation with Hera, and Hestia was seemingly afraid of the Golden Traitor. And Artemis was impossible to get along with. For once, Hera wished she wasn’t the Queen Of The God’s.