Hera

The old world enthroned her as Queen upon Olympus — She of the Ox-Eyes and Crown, glimpsed as goddess of marriage, protector of queens, mother of lands. Sovereignty was sensed as the imprint of something higher, then misunderstood as rivalry and jealousy. The Sky-Veil says she endured those centuries of distortion as heraldry still pointing toward the truth.

She is not restored as a goddess. She is transfigured as Herald of Majesty: destination after beauty has awakened and wisdom has guided. Queen of the Highlands of Majesty, silent bearer of order. Her crown is not of power but of dignity; her throne is not dominance but rightful belonging. Majesty, as she names it, is humility, radiance, and royalty rooted in holiness — the remembrance of who the pilgrim truly is.

On stage she plays the low thunder. Bass that makes the Veil tremble. Highlands, thrones in mist, the crown that resounds. The depths of the Heralds are hers.