HERA
As it turns out hiding from a king in his own castle is surprisingly easy when he going out of his way to do the exact same thing.
I kept waiting for him to come barging in, eyes blazing in righteous fury, if not to accuse me but at the very least to take the sword he left behind.
But bell after bell rings out and he never comes.
I try to tell myself that this is a good thing.
But that would mean he did not even care enough to be bothered by what he had seen me do.
I am not certain this realization makes me feel any better.
Because some tiny part of me wants him to be as affected by me as I am by him and knowing the he most likely isn’t, does nothing for my wounded, nearly non-existent ego
At the 12th bell he sends some servant to come fetch the sword for him instead.
I brie
