“She's always been,” Kratos paused slightly, because he didn't want to seem as though he were being either facetious or untruthful. “She's always been very cordial with us. Even when things have been, uh, difficult, Hera has treated us well.”
He knew that their service to Zeus was more than just the oath they took, at least it was for him. But he'd never thought of Hera in the same kind of terms. With his king, there was more than loyalty, there was affection. Perhaps because he'd almost become a second father. But Kratos still had a mother, so Hera had never been anything more than a queen to him.
Still, he was aware that she didn't dislike them. Actually, he was pretty sure that Bia was her favorite for some reason, but Hera was nice enough to them. He wasn't really worried about Zelos. At least not physically. He'd seen Hera fight, in the Titanomachy, and she wasn't somebody to be underestimated, but he was pretty sure that Zee could take her if it came down to it. Though it wouldn't. Hera resorted to bodily attacks as a last resort.
Pride, Kratos was sure, was going to be just the first casualty in the skirmish with Hera. His brother was going to die. Figuratively.
But that was Zee's problem, and he'd have to deal with that. Kratos couldn't save him. And he had is own conversation to attend to.
“We wouldn't forget either, sir,” he quietly informed Zeus. “Our service to you has been far more than a business arrangement for quite some time. We do our duty gladly, sir.”