His skin was oiled and his hair perfumed, his hair was braided with gold, gold adorned his wrists and ankles and his tunic was made of the softest down. All her favorite foods had been made, her favorite entertainments prepared, and he himself was magnificent in all his glory. So for the banquet that night, held in honor of the Goddess' beauty - with Hera given the seat of honor at his right hand - Zeus was carefully prepared. Well that was fine, all he had to do was find some way to make her truly love him! And who could not love such a one as Zeus, the finest of the Greek Gods? Unlike the others, she was not enamored of him for any of those reasons, vowing to marry only when she truly loved. Slowly his anger turned to amusement and pleasure though for the fact that Hera still refused to wed him despite all these things was why he loved her. Hadn't he been the only God to be able to stand against their father Cronus? Hadn't he, in fact, rescued her from the belly of their father? Wasn't he the strongest and most brilliant of all the Gods ruling on Mount Olympus? The only thing was, his bride was having absolutely nothing to do with him.
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