ZEUS
The morning sun filters through the heavy drapes, casting long shadows across my chamber. I sit in silence, the remnants of last night's whiskey lingering on my tongue, the glass still half-full on the mahogany table beside me.
A knock disrupts the stillness.
"Enter," I call out, my voice steady.
A soldier steps in, his posture rigid. "Your father requests your presence in his study."
I nod, dismissing him with a wave. As the door closes behind him, a smirk tugs at the corners of my lips. Finally, the recognition I deserve.
I rise, stretching the stiffness from my limbs before pulling on a charcoal button-down and dark jeans. Simple. Neat. Respectable, but nothing flashy. I lace up a pair of leather boots, run my fingers through my hair, and glance at my reflection. Steady gaze
