"Chose a mortal." It was nearly laughable. The great Zeus, afraid of three women and their wraith. "The young Phrygian mortal, Paris, with whom you are acquainted with over that nonsense with the bulls," Eris said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "So he was to judge, but not with out bribe of course. From our mother, power and a great kingdom. From our grey-eyed sister, wisdom and the skills of war." Her eyes flicked back from the window to his face, lined with hatred. "And last, your consort offered him the most beautiful woman in the world. I assume I do not have to tell you who he chose," Eris hissed, nails cutting little holes into the silky blanket.