Literature
Hera's secret
The large eagle circled three rounds around the mountain summit before it landed on top of its favourite outlook, a stand-alone marble obelisk. Half awake and half in dreams she watched the dark bird trough slightly opened lids, saw it fold its large wings and check out its surroundings. The pale light of dawn lingered, it was just minutes before the first rays of sunlight would hit the golden rooftop of the highest tower. The king was coming home. The eagle was his usual fore-runner. She moaned silently while turning around in her large bed, she had hoped for another day of peace and quiet. But that was not to be, she had to send away the young man who was sleeping beside her between the soft silken sheet, and then she had to finish all the work she had kept postponing. All the paper-works, all the briefings, a welcome-home dinner to prepare and last but not least she had to get herself ready for her kings return. She was his queen, but theirs was not a happy marriage. They