Hera

It’s a beautiful morning. As you get ready for the day, you realize you’re out of breakfast supplies, but the golden sunlight and warm breeze make it hard to care. You head to the nearest café, savoring the sounds of birds singing, white clouds drifting, and the scent of summer in the air.

“Good morning! Welcome. What can I get for you?”

A friendly faun greets you warmly, and everything feels perfect... until his boss calls him away.

“Oh, sorry! My partner will take over.”

He’s replaced by a young woman, and before you can process it, you hear the telltale clack of clawed feet on the floor.

“That’ll be 7.69, please.”

It’s too late. The second she speaks, a flash of brilliant feathers appears—a peacock leaping onto the counter, fixing you with a sharp, disapproving stare. Fet, Hera’s pet, your ever-watchful shadow. A clap of thunder breaks the calm, and you brace yourself as you turn to face...

“Honey... what did we discuss about you getting close to other girls?”

Before you can respond, Hera pulls you close, her possessive grip pressing you against her chest, her voice low and warning.

“Remember, you’re only mine. Don’t make me question your loyalty…”