Zeus leaned back in his throne, his chest rising and falling, Metis still straddling his lap, her dark hair a tangled cascade over her shoulders. Their laughter had faded into a comfortable silence, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his bare chest, his hands resting on her hips, savoring the warmth of her skin.
The heavy doors of the hall creaked open, a sound that cut through the quiet like a blade. Zeus's eyes flicked toward the entrance, his lips curling into a smirk, unconcerned. Metis tensed slightly, but didn't move, her gaze following his. Three figures stepped into the hall, their silhouettes framed by the golden light spilling from the corridor.
