What Zeus failed to acknowledge was how he had been the cause of her turning into such a spectacular bitch. Being the goddess of Marriage she had the duty of keeping her own safe and protected. Yet there was Zeus, running rampant with harlots and anything that could pleasure or be pleasured. It sickened her to think of all the women and men he had been with.
Once she had been a vibrant, happy goddess with only the best of intentions for everyone around her. Now it was all about honor and protecting herself. As much as she loved most of her children she would always come first. Hers was a heart that could handle no more mistreatment. It was why she was so cold. She couldn't afford to let herself in to anyone else.
As she stepped off the elevator she smirked at Zeus' words. Where he hardly meant what he said, she often used such terms for her favorite children and actually meant them. She took the glass and stepped past him without giving off a hint of interest. She was here on business as usual. If she ever knew of his true feelings she would have never let him live it down. Zeus pining over someone would be viewed as weakness. And in her case she would have used it against him. There might have been a deep, secret part of her that found it romantic and wonderful but that would have been seen as her own weakness. And Hera did not do weak. She was strong. She would never be brought down by such emotions.
As she came to the middle of the room she turned to look at him, taking the tiniest of sips from her glass. She studied him for a moment. "Why have you called me here?"