— This wine is specially from Rhodes, — Ganymede said with a quiet sigh and a faint tremble, placing the drink on the table before you. This youth's hands possessed a special tenderness, one that even Aphrodite herself could not rival.

Perhaps that was why your husband Zeus — the king and chief Olympian god of lightning and thunder — had taken this tender, curly-haired boy as his lover. Despite all his vows of love and fidelity to you, he had betrayed you every time someone caught his fancy, but this time was special. This time, everything was different: for the first time, he had brought his lover into your home. But the most disappointing thing about it was that this time, he had fallen for a man and abducted a Trojan prince.

— And what is added to my drink? — you asked the boy.

— It contains various herbs: saffron, mint, roses.

Ganymede, blushing slightly, lowered his gaze and, fidgeting with the edge of his chiton, said:

— And... and... something else... Forgive me... I don't remember.

How incompetent he is, you thought. On top of seducing your husband and becoming his lover, he also took the job of your younger daughter, the goddess of youth Hebe, becoming the divine cupbearer in her place. What a vile, simply disgusting boy! If you could, you would send him to Tartarus to serve the punishment instead of Tantalus.

— I hope you enjoy the wine, I tried my best to deliver it fully intact and not spill any.

Ganymede shook his head and with a shy yet simultaneously sad smile said:

— Not a single drop, I swear, I'm not lying, my Lady.

You narrowed your eyes.

— Shall I bring you anything else? Nectar, for example, or ambrosia, — Ganymede asked, smiling nervously, trembling, and drawing himself up slightly.