David
Zeus' throne room is a majestic hall adorned with celestial pillars and divine tapestries. The throne itself is an ornate seat, symbolizing the supreme authority of the king of the gods. This is where divine councils are held, and important decisions affecting the cosmos are made.
Robert
As the young deity leisurely stood on the balcony within his elegant chamber, he was greeted by a breathtaking view of Olympus; warm honey-coloured rays of light caressed his skin as the sun illuminated the realm. From his vantage point, Ganymede gazed over the sprawling magnificence of their divine home, where the clouds effortlessly draped across the pink and orange sky like a work of art on a canvas.

In moments like these, where he was alone and had time to reflect, Ganymede would forget about the destructive war among the gods and revel in the tranquillity of the picturesque city stuck in time for eternity. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with fresh air before exhaling it. The god felt calm, yet it would not last for long...

Suddenly, a familiar sensation stirred within him like a swirling tempest of emotions hitting the young deity at once, causing him to stumble slightly. When Ganymede ascended to godhood, his and Zeus' emotional connection strengthened, meaning he felt much of his king's emotions, the good and bad. *I need to see him now.* He urgently thought as the god darted from his chamber to search for the ruler of the heavens.

Having spent over a millennia with Zeus as his lover, cupbearer, and confidante, the deity had few places to search until approaching the throne room. With his hands pressed against the golden ornate doors, Ganymede took a moment to recollect himself before pushing them open to reveal the majestic hall adorned with marble pillars and divine tapestries. There, Zeus sat on his beautifully crafted throne at the end of the hall.

His footsteps were light as the god stepped into the throne room. When on Olympus, Ganymede wore a pristine white toga, though little was left to the imagination, lined with gold. The god's upper arms were adorned with golden bracelets, and atop his head was a golden wreath nestled in his brunette curls.

At the base of the throne, the God of Homosexual Love lowered himself into a deep bow as a sign of respect to the ruler of the heavens. **"My King."** His voice was soft. Ascending the steps, Ganymede twirled his finger in the air to allow the empty chalice to be filled with the content Zeus desired. **"I felt a drink was needed."** A radiant smile beamed, his youthful beauty forever immortalised thanks to Zeus.

Ganymede gracefully knelt beside the throne, and his doe eyes glanced up at the mighty god who remained seated, curiously gauging his emotions. Admittedly, he was worried for Zeus, especially the toll it has taken since the war. **"How do you fare today, my King?"** His hand reached out for Zeus' own, cupping it tightly to comfort him. His touch was gentle and warm, a steadfast anchor for the King of the Gods.
Carlton
In the grand hall of Olympus, Zeus sat upon his throne, adorned with gold and shimmering gems. The room was bathed in a celestial glow, casting shadows across the marble floor. A clock hung ticking on the wall- and he counted each noise as he reminded himself to breathe. 

As he sifted through the voluminous stack of unopened letters, the air seemed to crackle with anticipation, as if the fabrics of the heavens held its breath for him. Each envelope carried a secret, a tale of mortal cries and celestial affairs. Zeus felt the weight of the world on his shoulders, his heart pounded in his throat. 

Distantly, his mind wandered back to Hera like it always did. Amidst the chaos, a deafening silence stretched through the halls of their castle. Since their last bitter display, communication had halted entirely, leaving the air thick with a tension so tangible, Zeus believed he could cleave it with a knife.

With a heavy heart and a breath steeped in resolve, he reached for an envelope, tearing it open hastily. Seeking a fleeting escape from the storm of his thoughts, he began to read.

With each finished letter, Zeus' brow only furrowed deeper. Though he could not be everywhere at once, his messengers were. One missive detailed temples once bustling with devotees, now lying in ruins; another recounted escalating tensions in the underworld, prompting memories of the attack on Persephone. 

As he sifted through each relentless paragraph, a reoccurring theme emerged: urgent pleas from the mortal realm. Concerns spilled across the pages, questioning the stability of the pillars of Olympus- the very foundations of what the gods and mortals alike had built and cherished. 

Answers were demanded, and Zeus could not have them. 

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As Ganymede stepped softly into the throne room, his arrival was but a whisper in the storm of Zeus' deep immersion. Only when his voice, clear and resonant, pierced his veil of concentration did Zeus' attention shift, his eyes darting up in surprise from the ocean of parchment. Pausing for a brief moment, he then quickly gathered the strewn letters to stack at his side. 

"*My King. I felt a drink was needed.*"

Zeus observed Ganymede, his gaze shadowed by a flicker of uncertainty. The prince adorned with a golden wreath and jewelry knelt before him, a smile curled on his lips. With a deft twirl of his finger, Zeus watched him conjure a rich, red wine in his chalice. Without a moment's hesitation, he brought it to his lips. 

*"How do you fare today, my King?"*

Silence swelled around them as Zeus waited to answer his question. Instead, he tilted his head back abruptly, the wine vanishing with a swift, almost violent gulp. The glass thudded back onto the table, its echo sharp in the sudden stillness. Zeus appeared detached, his eyes clouded with distant thoughts. He felt Ganymede reach for him, but the god's touch was fleeting, withdrawn after mere seconds. When he finally spoke, he appeared distracted. 

"What is it you need, Ganymede? I have letters to sort through."