Hera bit back the retort that wanted to come out of her mouth. But only because there was a bit of a time limit on getting the girl to her wedding, not because she would ever hesitate to give her baby brother a piece of her mind. He might still get some insight into what Hera thought of his comment later. She had been asking as a courtesy, after all. Even if she wasn't queen of the gods, she was still his big sister, so he owed her respect for that.
Besides, she was pretty sure she could take him if she grabbed that candle holder off the altar. The thing would make an outstanding club.
She stepped away from her brother and knelt beside the girl on the floor. This was not the first time she had talked to a reluctant bride, however they usually didn't go to such extremes as this one. Nor were they usually as so prone to melodramatics and weeping. The child was starting to get on Hera's nerves, so her usual pep talk lacked some of it's usual comforting and included a bit more sternness. But the queen felt that firmness was the key to results here, and as such, she literally pulled the princess off the floor to stand upright.
“Now,” she finished, “you are royalty. Act like it. And apologize to His Dread Lord for taking up his time with your childish tantrum.”
As soon as the girl made her apologies, and promised to make the appropriate sacrifices for offending the gods, Hera was going to send her on her way. There was a wedding to take place today, and it was going to happen. The world would work so much better if people would just listen to her and stop being ridiculous. Her brother was a prime example of that. Just look how his own marriage had turned out.