Hera glared at him. The elder god pretended not to notice and remained on his throne watching his eldest son until he had left with strong steps and breaking everything in his path.
-How dare you? - the goddess released.
-I gave the order a long time ago. The muses belong to Apollo.
-Your bastard is not superior to my son! - Shouted the furious queen. Zeus finally looked at her, Hera looked like a beast.
-The order was already given. - He blurted out although he would have preferred not to. Hera approached him slowly, her gaze might have melted a glacier.
-You will give that woman to my son Zeus, or I swear, I will kill your bastard.
Zeus clenched his jaw. If Hera hadn't killed Apollo before it was only because after all, she had a heart, a heart that knew that the blame for the fath
