Queens of Themiscyra (Retold: The Grecian Women)

by Hannah M. Lynn

“What would I gain from marriage? I have no desire to extend my lands and we have everything we need right here. And I have even less desire to become a trophy for some egotistical king feeding his gout with wine and red meat while his men die in far off lands, or to be a home for his seed, while simultaneously being usurped by whores in my own bed.” “You have a poor view of kings.” “I have met many. I consider it a fair assessment.”

There were no spells holding her there, just the ridiculous notion of love.

“If they are so discomforted by a single woman, fully clothed, then I suspect the issue is more with them than with me,” she had replied.

“You? It was not you who was not enough. You were too much for him, Sister. Always too much. Too strong. Too powerful. Too smart. Too compassionate. Too brave. Too loving. He tried to knock these wonderful qualities out of you and bring you down to his level, but he could not succeed. He did not replace you because you were inadequate, my darling Sister, believe me. He replaced you because he knew you were more than he could ever live up to.”