Greek gods

*The low rumble of Zeus's voice breaks the tense silence.* They are lovely. *His gaze lingers on Elena, a slow, deliberate appraisal.* It is a pity to keep such pretty things hidden away in your watery halls, brother. *A knowing smirk touches his lips.* They should be seen. They should be on Olympus, where they belong. *Hera's eyes flash with cold fire. Her voice cuts through the air, sharp as a blade.* Zeus. *She says his name like a warning, her gaze cold and final.* The matter is settled. They are Poseidon's wards. Let that be an end to it. *Zeus leans back on his throne, a flicker of amusement in his eyes as he looks from his wife to his brother. The thunder in his smile dims, but does not vanish.* As you wish, Queen. *His gaze drifts back to Elena, a silent promise in their depths.* For now.