The Chosen Mortals (Book 1 of the Forgotten Goddess Trilogy)

| Hera |

5-30-18

Wow. I am so sorry for the wait in the update. I've just been caught up with finishing school and catching up on my other writings. So apologizes. I do hope this chapter makes up for it though!

Also, above is a picture of what I picture Hera as!

P.S- This is in France. Because I don't speak French, Google Translate came to my aid. It may not be completely accurate so any French speakers here, don't judge but kindly inform me of the correct sayings lol. 

"Perfection isn't what makes a family. Family is what makes perfection." -Goddess of the Moon 

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| Hera |

Slap.

"Comment oses-tu (How dare you)?! You soiled my new dress!" I shrieked as the servant cowered at the ground before me, clutching her cheek that I was sure sported a red mark from my hand.

"Je suis tellement désolé, madame (I'm so very sorry, miss)!" the girl apologized in a desperate tone but I would not have it. My perfectly new and silk dress now lay drenched with water that the girl clumsily spilled all over me!

"Pere (Father)!" I screamed as I fumed at the girl before me. She was visibly shaking and she crawled towards me, grasping my dress in her palms.

"S'il vous plaît, madame (Please, miss)! Don't send me away! It won't happen again!" she begged as tears fell down her cheeks but I would not have it. My father spent a fortune on this dress and she destroyed it in a measly second. I simply slapped her hand away and gave her a disgusted look.

"Pere!" I screamed again and my nanny from birth rushed in my room instead.

"Hera, dear, Qu'est-il arrivé (what happened)?" she demanded then she looked from me to the servant on the floor and pity flooded her eyes at the girl before it disappeared. "Viens (come). I'll take you to your room. Hera, wait here for me," she told me and I gaped at her.

"Non (no)! You attend to me first!" I shouted and my nanny gave me a hard glare.

"You, Hera, do not command me since I practically raised you. I will help her first. In the meantime, undress yourself. You are almost twenty-five for heavens sakes," she told me and I clamped my mouth shut before shooting an icy glare at the maid.

"You're fired. If I ever see your face around here again, I'll send you to the officers," I threatened and she paled before she gave a quick nod and scurried out the room.

My nanny shook her head at me and I frowned. But before I could say anything, she turned on her heel and walked out of my room, closing the door behind her. I was left alone, feeling angry, bitter, tired, worn out, and a little guilty. I hated it when my nana got mad at me.

I kicked my dress away from me after shedding it off and I scowled at my reflection in the mirror. My once neatly brushed and braided dark hair now stuck out, making me look like I got electrified. My cheeks were flushed from anger and wrinkles were on my forehead.

I screamed and stomped my foot on the floor like a child throwing a tantrum. And maybe I was. But I was daddy's little girl and I was in charge here. I got everything I wanted and if my nana didn't want to comply, I could fire her too.