The halls toward tis’s chamber were quieter than Hera’s, but not empty.
He could hear them before he saw them—whispers and tension. The weight of waiting. When he turned the corner, the family was there.
Oceanus stood by the marble pillar with folded arms, his face carved from salt and storm. Tethys was pacing, eyes sharp like blades hiding behind age and calm. Dione leaned against the wall, face unreadable, while Euryno simply looked down, shaking her head slowly.
They all turned the mont Zeus stepped into view.
And no one bowed.
Tethys stepped forward first, her voice sharp. "Now you co?"
Zeus didn’t flinch. Didn’t slow.
"You vanished," Oceanus added, stepping in front of him. "She scread your na during the worst of it. And you were nowhere."
Still, Zeus didn’t stop walking.
Dione scoffed. "Your first child with a true wife, and you were off playing Godking."
He brushed past Oceanus without a glance, eyes locked ahead.
"You don’t even look guilty," Euryno said quietly behind him.
"I don’t," Zeus answered simply.
tis’s door lood ahead. Plain, unadorned. Unlike Hera’s golden gates, this one was just heavy wood, polished and old. The kind mortals would use. tis had insisted on it. No divine glow. No enchanted sigils. Just a door.
He opened it without knocking.
Inside, the room slled of hot water and cedar. Dim torches lined the wall, flickering gently. It was warm—too warm, like a cocoon.
tis lay on the bed, half-upright, sweat on her brow, silver hair damp and stuck to her cheek. She was dressed in a thin white robe, nothing extravagant. Her sharp grey eyes locked onto him the mont he stepped in.
She didn’t smile.
Zeus shut the door quietly behind him.
For a long second, nothing was said.
Then tis exhaled sharply and muttered, "Took you long enough."
Zeus walked toward the bed, his boots moving slow against the stone floor.
tis reached to the side, picked up a wet cloth, and threw it at his chest.
It slapped him softly and fell.
"That’s all I had the strength for," she said flatly.
Zeus caught it before it hit the ground and tossed it gently on the nearby stool.
"You knew I was giving birth," tis said, her voice steady, but her eyes didn’t hide the anger. "You knew the mont Hera went into labor, so did I. We’re bonded, you and I. The mont the girl stirred inside , you should’ve felt it."
"I did."
"And?"
Zeus looked down for a mont, then back at her. "I needed to see him."
tis laughed, short and tired. "Of course you did. You always choose the loudest fire."
"He’s my son."
"And she’s your daughter. One who ca into the world quiet and thinking."
He walked to the side of the bed, where the small crib stood. tis followed his gaze as he peered over it.
The baby was there, wrapped in silver cloth, sleeping in absolute stillness. No twitching. No noise. Just peaceful.
Her tiny face was pale gold, her hair darker than expected. And her hands—folded over her chest like she knew what form mattered most.
"She didn’t cry," tis whispered. "Just... opened her eyes and stared. Like she was already judging us."
Zeus bent down and lifted her, slow and careful.
The girl shifted a little but didn’t fuss. She looked like she was dreaming sothing older than Olympus itself.
"She’s heavy," Zeus said.
"She’s not," tis replied, watching him closely. "You’re just tired."
Zeus sat down beside tis on the bed, holding the child gently in his lap.
For a while, he just watched her.
"Everyone outside wants my head," he said.
"Good. You deserve a slap or two."
"Your mother wanted to scratch my face."
"She still might."
Zeus smiled a little, then looked down again at the baby. "She’s perfect."
"She’s mine," tis said softly. "And yours. Whether I like it or not."
He nodded.
Then he touched the baby’s forehead with his.
"She will never be a weapon," he murmured. "Not a pawn. Not a bargaining chip."
tis didn’t speak, but her gaze softened slightly.
"I’ll na her," Zeus said.
tis turned her face slowly toward him. "You sure that’s wise?"
Zeus didn’t hesitate. "Yes."
He held the baby closer, eyes gentle but sure.
"Athena," he said. "Not just the goddess of wisdom. But the force that makes mortals think before they kill. The mind before the blade."
The baby shifted slightly in his arms, her brow creasing.
Then—just for a blink—her small fingers reached out, brushing against his chest.
"She agrees," Zeus said.
tis smirked. "She’s not even a day old."
"She already knows more than I do."
The room went quiet again.
Zeus leaned his head back a little, resting against the bed’s headboard.
tis turned her head toward him. "You’re not going to run again?"
"No."
"You’ll stay?"
"Yes."
She didn’t smile. But her shoulders relaxed a bit.
"She will never kneel," tis said.
"She won’t have to."
"She’ll see the world as it is."
"And remake it if she must."
"And the others?"
"They’ll follow. Or fall behind."
tis closed her eyes for a second. "She’ll hate you one day."
"Then I’ll survive it."
Zeus looked down again.
Athena’s eyes were still closed.
But he could feel it—her mind stirring already. Like a sky cracking before thunder.
"She’s going to change everything," he whispered.
tis looked at him then, fully. No anger. No sarcasm. Just quiet.
"Good," she said. "Because this world needs changing."
Zeus leaned in and kissed Athena’s forehead.
The baby blinked once, then fell still again.
Outside the chamber, the rest of the family waited—but they didn’t co in.
Because for now, the storm and the mind that would shape the gods’ future had finally t.
And Olympus held its breath again.
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