This morning Eris woke up to the smell of hot coffee, bacon, eggs and toast. She wasn't exactly in the mood to eat at. *Glancing at the time only to curl her lip into a menacing glare* "Six AM? Are you crazy Sam?" She'd decided to call the Butler Sam for Samson. Just because. It had seemed like a strong, manly name at the time. Once she was able to actually pry her eyes open, there'd be no way that blissful sleep would be found again until nightfall so why not drag her butt out of bed for a bite or two.
"I'm going to over heat a few of your circuits if you wake me up before ten again. Got it?" Plucking a piece of the bacon to try first.
"Perfectly clear ma'am."
"Better be." Heading to the cough to grab a pillow off the fluffy, king size bed just to swat the robot with. "What's on my schedule today?"
"Breakfast and a letter sent from your brother, Ares. Shall I read it for you?"
"Sure, why not. Not like I have much else to do. What does he have to say?"
Said while staring out the window to look over the city. High rises mixed with apartments and slums. Eclectic might be the right word to describe Rhydin. She'd grown to like it more and more over time.
The message was meant to send a very loud and clear message. "Eris, father is getting more and more impatient with your decision to insist on staying in that harlot of a hole in the wall city you define as home. Despite the untimely death of your so called 'husband', it is clear you still have not gotten the message. Return or others will be made to pay for your choices."
There was nothing she disdained worse than dragging a dead man's name out again after all this time. Yes, she still loved him. Yes, she still missed him. But, that was none of Zeus' business. Eris could feel the swell of sheer rage pulsing through her veins. To this day, she still wanted revenge for her loss. She wanted to atone for Brenton's suffering. Zeus was pushing buttons. Wanting everyone in Rhydin to feel the wrath of who Eris truly was. Once the pitchforks and flames rose high enough, the people would force her to out of town and back to Olympus.
While hurt and angry, Eris was not a walking time bomb. Oh, she could be if there was a true need; but, over the centuries she had learned control, how to tame the beast and when to free it. Today would be just another day. Zeus would have to live with the fact that she'd settled in and had no plans to leave.
Eris did start the hard job of removing and packing away almost all of the pictures, paintings and sculptures Brenton had created of her over their time together. Hardest of all was packing away his clothes. She noticed his scent of cologne no longer lingered on his belongings as she put the last of his clothes in a box. It wasn't that she didn't like their presence. Each picture, painting and work of art was beautiful and touching in it's own way. He was an artist of many talents. He was good with his hands..oh so very good. He was good with his lips. She'd been his inspiration for so many amazing works of art. However, Eris now realized she could no longer languish in her own man made purgatory.
One sculpture was allowed to stay. A large nude bronze Brenton had made of her for a specific spot in their house. It was just short of life size. He had worked for days, weeks even, just to surprise her. Eris even blushed upon seeing it for the first time. The rest of his clothes went to those in need. The sculptures could also be auctioned off to charity if others in his family did not want them.
There comes a time when life must move on. It was OK to remember; but, never good to enshrine one's self in one moment. Time marches on. Eris had to do the same.