Chapter 74 The Weight Of Responsibility

• Hera's Point of View
• The dim light of the early morning filtered through the curtains of Ares's room, casting soft shadows across the walls. I stood by his side, watching him as he played with his toys, the small remnants of innocence lingering in his laughter. Ares was a bright child, with tousled hair and the same vibrant green eyes that made me ache every time I looked at him.
• It had been months since I took on the responsibility of caring for him, months since the chaos of our lives spiraled out of control. Zeus had lost sight of him, and I had become his reluctant guardian. But as I watched him now, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. He had grown accustomed to my presence, often referring to me as "Mommy." It broke my heart, but I couldn't let that emotion show.