Trust Zeus to have his resolve bent because of a woman. It didn't matter to Hera if the woman in question was Briseis or Thetis, though truthfully she was more bitter about Thetis' involvement. The end result was still the same: Zeus was allowing Greeks, his own people, to be defeated. Not only was he favoring the Trojans, he'd threatened her when she'd asked him about it, then forbidden anyone else on Olympus from “interfering” in the war. He was interfering! ( For the wrong side! )

She was pacing in the bedroom, alone. With each angry step she cursed all the gods on Olympus and a few of the goddesses as well. How dare they just give her away like this. As if she were some trinket that belonged to Zeus. She belonged to no one. Certainly not to that ugly, crippled thing that Hera had born. She had tried to get out of the deal, but Zeus and his Olympian brood could not be convinced. Days like these made her wonder why she had ever backed this lot against the Titans.

( It was her own fault. )

Iris paced nervously outside of Aphrodite's temple. She had never done anything like this before. She just wasn't the type to ask for advice often, let alone from a god or goddess she rarely associated with. But there was no one else to go to that would understand the Rainbow's dilemma. Iris was a first time parent and with that came certain difficulties. Aphrodite had many children, so she would have some advice, most likely. Hera had children too and would probably be more than willing to dispense her knowledge of raising troublesome children to her messenger, after all Hera had raised Ares and Enyo.

( But there were something about Aphrodite's expertise that Iris needed. )