“I’m sure your father is off with a whore. I just know it.” Hera said bitterly as she and Natasha walked the dark halls of her temple where her ravens were being kept. “Or he could be off doing other things. Like helping my uncle Poseidon or uncle Hades. We don’t know for sure he’s being unfaithful Lady Hera. Now please, it's a beautiful night. How about we spend time with your ravens? They look rather lonely.” Natasha said, trying to distract her father’s wife from what she knew he was doing. The goddess knew that her father was once again cheating on Hera and she also knew the consequence in assisting him with hiding his infidelity from her. Nevertheless, Natasha remained loyal to her father and made it her mission to hide every affair from her.

As Natasha watched Hera smile as her raven flew around her with a gentle and warm smile, she began to feel a bit guilty. Sure Hera was mean at times, but she was also fair and just. Not to mention out of all the bastard children, Natasha was her favorite, which is why Natasha was always by her side and she knew that Hera trusted her. Natasha knew Hera didn’t deserve to be cheated on countless times but she also knew trying to stop her father was like trying to tame the ocean. It could never happen. Tonight, Natasha had enough. She decided she was going to tell the Queen of Olympus just what her husband was up to. Before she could however, Hera stopped her in her tracks by asking her a question.

“What do you think of my son Ares?” Thinking for a moment, Natasha answered. “I think he’s a powerful god who is just a bit misunderstood. I’d like to add that I think he’s quite handsome as well. Why my lady?” Hera only smiled as she turned to Natasha. “How would you feel if I betrothed you to him?” A million thoughts ran through the goddess’ mind as she sought for the right words to say. “I wouldn’t mind Lady Hera. In fact I’m humbly grateful that you even considered me to be his wife. Especially with who I am.” Expecting a response, Natasha waited only to see Hera staring at a palace from afar. Coming up next to the goddess, Natasha held in a gasp when she saw that her father’s aura was noticeable.

The younger goddess then put a hand on Hera’s and squeezed it gently. She had no words to say that would comfort her in any way. Tears began to run down Hera’s face as the temple started to shake. “Lady Hera I’m -” “Hello Dear.” Before Natasha could finish her sentence, her father, Zeus appeared. Both goddesses turned to look at the man with confused expressions. While Hera grilled Zeus on where he was, Natasha kept her eye on the palace. She knew of one other god who’s aura was the same golden yellow and that was Apollo. She knew he had to have been helping their father. While looking at the palace, Natasha didn’t realize that she was there for quite some time until she felt a warm hand on her shoulder.

“Are you alright? You’re being quiet and that’s really not like you.” Natasha rolled her eyes at her father’s attempt at a joke. “If you weren't already a horrible father and husband, you can add comedian to the list.” Zeus only chuckled as Natasha moved past him to leave. “Have I done something to upset you little one?” Instead of responding to her father’s question, she continued to walk away to her temple. She loved her father dearly, in truth, she was a daddy’s girl through and through. She just hated his habit of cheating. Of all the great skills and abilities that Zeus had, how could he struggle with being loyal to his one true wife? As she laid on her bed of stardust after undressing and planning to retire for the night, there was a knock on her door.

“Come in.” Looking upon the dark figure who had entered her room, the goddess covered herself once she recognized the god in her room. “Ares, what brings you to my chambers? This late as well.” A soft smile painted the lips of the woman as she jested with the war god. However instead of getting a response, she was met with an unreadable expression as the man began to undress himself. Admiring the well sculpted body of the god in front of her, she felt her blanket being pulled gently from her grasp. Natasha then let the man get on the bed and kiss her deeply.

With his strong hands roaming her body and letting his fingers slide into places they certainly didn’t belong, Natasha could only gasp and moan for the pleasure she was feeling at the hands of her half brother. When morning came, Natasha was off helping Hermes make a few deliveries as Ares spoke with his mother. “You went to her chambers like I asked?” Hera looked at her son as he stood in front of her. “Yes mother. She didn’t resist me either. I think she’s the one.” Hera smirked. “Careful now, Aphrodite didn’t put up much of a fight with you either. Then again, she doesn’t put up a fight with anyone. If you really want to know if she’s the perfect wife for you, I want you to ask her something.”