Zeus’ POV
“Mother….” I said holding the bridge of my nose between my thumb and my index finger. I am starting to get a headache. This whole marry-your-worst-enemy thing is really stressful. As soon as we told my mother the news she went on this whole over-exaggerated freak out about the whole thing; and I thought I was upset. My mother has not stopped throwing things around for the past hour and shouting profanities in French – a language she knew that no servant could understand. The servants keep trying to dodge her aim. My mother had the aim of a professional sniper. My father was just staring off into space as my mother went through this stage and I am still trying to calm her down. I ducked quickly when I saw a vase coming towards me. “Mother!” I yelled. This woman has gone mad.
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