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Primordial night covered the sky with her cloak of stars. On Mount Olympus, it was filled with silence and most of the deathless immortals have fallen under the spell of sleep, the closest relative to the inevitable death but if you were to travel to the palace of the King and Queen of the Twelve Olympians then you will find that Hypnos's magic has not reached everyone just yet. Hera awoke from the middle of the night; carefully moving her wine colored sheets from her divine body to not wake her husband, who had been lying peacefully on his side of their enormous king-sized bed. There was this wide smile across Zeus's bearded face and small bouts of chuckles would start from his throat then escape through his mouth. There was no need to guess what he was dreaming about. "Ugh, where is thou shame?.." Hera muttered in disgust under her breath while shaking her head at the sight of her sleeping husband.
She continued to quietly slide into a handmade royal silk purple robe, that went nicely with the light silk purple nightgown she was currently adorned in.
Hera then headed towards her vanity mirror to do a double-check on her appearance. Her hair was loose and slightly messy from sleep but she brushed it thoroughly so it would appear more presentable then placed her crown on top of her head so that everything would pin down harmoniously altogether. "Tsk..this would just have to do for now. I can't be late, nor do I have much time to fool around. Nyx won't be riding through the sky forever." ; Hera swiftly but quietly crept through her shared palace. From the royal bedroom upstairs, to the golden entrance double doors below. She made sure not to cause for their to be any sudden loud noise that would disturb the sleeping lion that was her husband from his rest. This routine wasn't unfamiliar with the goddess. She has been going out secretly every night to meet with a special consultant of hers. If Zeus were to discover about this then..Hera will have way worst to worry about being done to her then just being hung from above Tarterus. She could possibly be thrown in there this time! Those thoughts were the reason why the Queen of Olympus kept these visits very hidden from the public eye.
An hour later, Hera arrived at the hidden location and knocked on the palace door of her consultant. It was cold and slightly windy there. Her slik nightgown and robe didn't help much with keeping her flesh warm but she held onto her sides anyways so that she could feel the natural heat from her own body.
As he paced again for the 30th time, yes he counted, he heard a knock on the door. Hermes took fast steps towards it and before he would opened it, he straightened his posture. He then opened the door a slight bit. "Hera, good. You're on time. No one has been following you, correct?" He asked the queen, peering left and right to make sure.
"I can assure you, no one has been following my footsteps and if someone happen to have noticed that I was gone then my messenger Iris will handle them. Now, could I come in? It is terribly freezing out here and I don't want to get frost bite." The Goddess answered while her hands were still placed on her ribs.
"Yes, of course. Come on in." He let the door opened a bit more to welcome his guest. He looked outside just to make sure. "Please, take a seat." He gestured to the chair. "Would you like some coffee? Or tea perhaps?"
Hera entered into the room and made herself comfortable on the chair that Hermes had gestured to. It didn't have the same material and texture that the Queen of Olympus was used to but she try to make it work by adjusting herself a bit. "Yes, actaully and thank you. A glass of fine ambrosia would do."
Luckily Hermes was ready for everything because next to the coffee and tea set there was a bottle of ambrosia. He opened it and poured to a wine glass. He offered it to his queen and he sat down on his chair. "Before we start the session, is there anything else that you want?"
Hera accepted the glass of ambrosia from the messenger. She placed her nostrils above the glass slighty to see if she could smell if it had been expired but she was surprised that this was freshly new. The sweet smell of grapes invaded her nose. She begin to take small sips of it. Allowing for the flavor to capture of taste buds.
"Hm..he must have stolen this from Dionysus. Typical bastard child behavior. This is delicious though I have to it.." She thought mentally to herself.
"Now that you ask..a large blanket, a leg stool, food refreshments, more ambrosia, a few pillows with real silk cases, a stuffed peacock, and kyrie by the mortal composer Mozart playing in the background would be nice. Thank you."
Hermes blinked his eyes, accepting the fact that this is his role now. "Right, well uh, give me a few seconds." Luckily he was the fastest god alive so it took merely a millisecond to get the things she wanted. He even adjusted Hera to be more comfortable with the blanket, pillows, leg stool and stuffed peacock. Food and drinks were prepared on a table near them. And the last thing he did was setting up the music playing on a gramophone. He finally sat down and exhaled. "Now, shall we begin?"
The goddess nodded yes but she thought to herself "If only he..was more attentive like his messenger than maybe I wouldn't need to come here.." That "he" being her husband, who was miles away from her in his bed now.
"Alright then." He even adjusted himself to feel more comfortable. "Again, this is a place where you can talk freely and all information will never leave this room. So please, talk away and I will listen."
Hera placed her feet on the ground for a moment and moved closer to the messager god so that they were face to face. Her countenance were stern and serious. "Hermes, I am no fool. I want for you to make an oath to the river styx that the words I speak will not be repeated. Do you understand me? Because if not then kiss your job goodbye! "
Hermes gulped in fear. "I Hermes hereby promise that no words will leave this place and will not be repeated. This I swear."
The wife of Zeus leaned back to her seat and placed her polished feet onto the leg stool. "Good" she said before crossing her fingers with each other.
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Bonjour tout le monde! I
wanted to try a new form
of expression through my
writing for my mini series
"thy majesty". I tried with this
one because I have been
working on this for awhile.
This roleplay had been
pretty long so I am going
to split this into two parts.
I thank the grand master
of the cookies for playing
an amazing Hermes and
agreeing to be him for this
roleplay :cookie:
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Comments (1)
Nice job mate :+1: