Queens of Themiscyra (Retold: The Grecian Women)

by Hannah M. Lynn

“I knew you would not come of your own accord. Your sense of loyalty runs too deep. It clouds your vision. But this is for the best, my love.

How man could create something to sleep on that was less comfortable than rock, was beyond her, yet these shipbuilders had excelled at the skill.

“There is no man alive who can tame you, save me.

“This is what you want,” he said, his hands on his knees and blood trickling from a cut above his eyebrow. “You want a man who can control you. Who can best you.”