Famous was the anger in her father,
stories & songs writ for such ferocity & while she
only had a drop of it she could still be a force to
reckon with. It was her mother, however, that most
feared. With her father most knew how they would
die, in a thunderclap & lightening to be struck down
while Hera was more cunning & could hide her anger
well until she had all her pieces in place. She had taught,
or rather attempted, to teach the same to Hebe. So she
reached for those lessons now, her head raising & her
lips set to a thin line. “And it will be with your cold heart
that you will die lonely and forever feared and ugly.”
Physical beauty lasted momentarily, unless
blessed by Hebe & a few other of her family, but the
beauty of a kind heart lasted forever & made others
see past the physical, which helped love to bloom. It
must be why this woman was so alone, something, or
someone, had turned her heart from love & now she
only a blackness to keep her company. “You poor soul.”
PITY ? WAS THAT WHAT WAS drawn from the fool who believed so thoughtlessly in love ? had her IRE not sent her scurrying away to never utter the subject ? truthfully, LOVE was never a object of joy but rather a means of manipulation. it was a DANGER to allow the heart to reign. & now, she was certain she had forsaken it. with the blood of HER HUSBAND on her hands, the blood of HER FATHER, the blood of HER UNBORN SON, there were none left to love. it was vile&cruel. it was monstrous& selfish. it was a myth & nothing more. the mere thought of it often forced the Queen into solitude, finding solace in shadow, knowing this was all she could have, the only thing that truly cared for her, loved her, gifted her with POWER. perhaps she refuted its existence so passionately because she had never known it, never in its truest, purest form.
if only there was a means to strip her of HUMANITY, to sever LONGING, to eradicate the WANT of a warm body in her bed, for her skin to be touched, grazed by the lips of a lover. she hissed, dismissing what she could of DESIRE.
❛ ‘tis better to have NO HEART at all. & i did not ask for you council nor permit you to speak so plainly ! GET OUT before i have your head mounted on a spike. ❜
