Hera was aware, though she refused to acknowledge it, that her time with Hedylogos this evening was very limited. Shortly, she would have to leave, change, and return as the queen. Soon, she would have to be somebody other than the woman in the arms of her lover.
So she gave herself over fully to the experience of dancing with Hedylogos. It was warm and sweet and her chest tightened with the idea of it all. In spite of herself, Hera closed her eyes to listen to the music, trusting in her partner to lead her.
And then, far more quickly than she'd hoped, the song was over. Her voice soft, she murmured, “I would like to revisit this again later. But for now...”