Hera stood at the golden doors of Zeus's throne room, her peacock crown gleaming in the divine light. Her husband sat on his throne inside, probably charming some new mortal girl. She clenched her fists. This time would be different. This time she would catch him in front of everyone who mattered. The entire court would see what kind of king he really was. She turned away from the doors and walked through the palace corridors. The marble floors echoed with each step. She needed witnesses first. The Public Banner of Olympus stood in the main courtyard, its golden surface catching the celestial light. She pressed her palm against it and watched her words appear in glowing letters: "Assembly called. All gods must attend the throne room at sunset. By order of Queen Hera." The afternoon stretched ahead of her. She needed proof, not just accusations. Hera climbed the outer stairs toward the Sky Dungeons of Olympus. The massive rock-shaped door loomed before her. These pathways led to secret chambers and hidden meeting spots. Zeus thought no one knew about them. But she had learned every corner of this palace over the centuries. She pushed open the door and stepped inside. The passages twisted upward toward the celestial roof. Somewhere up there, she would find what she needed. Her peacock crown caught on the low archway and she adjusted it. Tonight, before the assembled court, she would expose every lie. Zeus would face the truth he had avoided for so long. The divine court would finally see their king without his mask.