Some want me dead

A SHOCKED GASP LEAVES AUBREY'S LIPS.

"Queen Hera?" She moves closer to the woman, her glass lowering farther. "Why make a statue made of gold representing the goddess who banished you all?"

The goddess brings her bright blue eyes to the fair skin of the young girl, surprised to hear the question she asks. She had expected her to ask something about the gold. "So, we can despise her the more. We can yell insults at her and throw things at her; gives us the satisfaction." The answer is simple.

Aubrey gasps, an amused smile playing on her lips as she looks back at the gigantic statue. It's funny to her how there's money laying around at the feet of mortals and still, there is poverty in the world. The goddess, eyes between Aubrey and her glass of wine suspiciously. "Don't think of stealing the gold."