"Vyakles..," Thera paused looking up into his dark, unforgiving eyes and when the king heard her speak his name the king felt a warmth fill up his heart once again "I know my actions are very difficult for you, or any Greek citizen to understand, as you have been raised in a land of freedom, protected by the laws of your people's Sacred Democracy.., where, even your Spartan women are free and allowed to come and go where ever, with whomever, they please. Alas.., it is not so, in my Nation, a walled fortress where we are only ever allowed to come out of to fuck or fight!" the last Queen of Themiscyra proclaimed "Forced to give away our sons for generations, upon generations, upon generations.., 700 hundred years of oppression and aggression, bloody war, thousands of dead women, the forgotten children..," here she trailed off, the Warrior Queen's mind casting her back to the scenes of former days of gore and corpse strewn battle fields, marching her enemies, naked in chains into the sea. "It was I! Vyakles! I am the one who, the only one who, let the situation get this far. I commanded my women to drug the food and lace the wine with opium at the feast, so that we could take our children and leave. It was I, who forced your men, along with your admiral, to sail us away, upon pain of death at point of swords and spears. I ordered them to leave us here.., on this forgotten, haunted island.., but your Spartan Warriors, out of their extreme Unity, Loyalty, Respect and Honor refused to leave the children of Sparta, pledging to protect them and insure that no harm should ever come their way. Admiral Vasha and his crew dismantled your Royal ship, building shelter, providing security to the children.., our children.., Vyakles." here Thera paused a little so that perhaps the man she betrayed might have a better understanding. "We, the Mother's of the Son's of Sparta, will be forever indebted to your men, we pray you, oh Great King, that their Nation should hold them in highest of praise, and not be punished by their king, this is the wish of us, who.., if we can not be free, would gladly give up our lives which we have found to be both bitter, and sweet." Queen Thera cleared her throat as she spoke a few words more "As for myself, I will go first, but I pray you, your eminence, shall you make me taste your blade with my flesh and blood.., or, would you rather wrap your hands firmly around my throat and choke the life out of me, as you look into my eyes, watching me die, as you feel my warm body go limp, in your arms?" she said with a sparkle in her emerald eyes.
A sudden chill went through the king's body, like a little thrill to him as she spoke her, carefully, chosen words and he thought her suggestion was quite enticing as the thought of it flashed in his mind like lightning across the sky. Vyakles stepped forward, his cyphos still in it's sheath as he reached out with his left hand gently caressing the defiant queen's cheek. Not once did the king take his eyes off of her, nor did she avert her stare from his piercing gaze as he bent down moving his face so very close to her, the look they gave each other was as tense as wire. As Vyakles moved his hand over her mouth lightly touching her soft lips with his fingertips of which she gave a slight kiss. Thera felt the king stroke her long silken hair, then the touch of his hand moved across her soft supple shoulders, as her heart began a furious pace as she felt Vyakles move his strong hand over her firm, naked breast as he squeezed with much force, and this caused her a bit of pain, the king felt her soft skin, could feel Thera's beating heart, and he wanted to tear her apart. Vyakles formed his fingers into that of a claw and with his long, dirty fingernails the furious King of Sparta scratched four long, crimson gashes in her flesh, from her abdomen all the way down the left side of her body to the top of her knee as she cried out with the king showing absolutely no sympathy. Vyakles stood back seeing how quickly it took her to bleed. Then, to the disgust of the women of Themiscyra who were forced to bare witness to the sickness, he took his left hand licking off a little of Thera's blood from his finger with a fiendish smile which did not linger. Casting his sight on the line of women behind the naked, bleeding queen, the king gripped the pommel of his sword once more and in one quick flash of motion he withdrew the cyphos turning his head back over his shoulder, the sharpened steel, fatal blade held up high in his hand as he yelled to the remaining soldiers gathered there "I AM THE KING OF SPARTA!"
Gripping the cyphos with both hands, slowly the king turned the weapon downwards, towards Thera, just inches from her throat, and he could see now at this moment, as her death approached, Vyakles clearly saw a glimmer of sheer terror in the queen's eyes, and this was what the king had been waiting so long to see, for then he realized that Thera was not of the gods but was a mere mortal, a human being, just as he. Thera pointed her chin up so she could no longer see the face of Vyakles nor his deadly blade, so she gazed up into the clear blue sky, closed her eyes took in one, last breath which smelled of salt, violets, and seaweed. With a firm hold of his sword, with the full force of the strength of his body Vyakles exerted all his energy with one mighty thrust downward, and Thera heard and felt the rush of the blade as her heart beat furiously within her chest. Then, within the span of three seconds, it was all over as a gasp arose from the hush of the crowd gathered 'round the king that terrible day.
A sudden chill went through the king's body, like a little thrill to him as she spoke her, carefully, chosen words and he thought her suggestion was quite enticing as the thought of it flashed in his mind like lightning across the sky. Vyakles stepped forward, his cyphos still in it's sheath as he reached out with his left hand gently caressing the defiant queen's cheek. Not once did the king take his eyes off of her, nor did she avert her stare from his piercing gaze as he bent down moving his face so very close to her, the look they gave each other was as tense as wire. As Vyakles moved his hand over her mouth lightly touching her soft lips with his fingertips of which she gave a slight kiss. Thera felt the king stroke her long silken hair, then the touch of his hand moved across her soft supple shoulders, as her heart began a furious pace as she felt Vyakles move his strong hand over her firm, naked breast as he squeezed with much force, and this caused her a bit of pain, the king felt her soft skin, could feel Thera's beating heart, and he wanted to tear her apart. Vyakles formed his fingers into that of a claw and with his long, dirty fingernails the furious King of Sparta scratched four long, crimson gashes in her flesh, from her abdomen all the way down the left side of her body to the top of her knee as she cried out with the king showing absolutely no sympathy. Vyakles stood back seeing how quickly it took her to bleed. Then, to the disgust of the women of Themiscyra who were forced to bare witness to the sickness, he took his left hand licking off a little of Thera's blood from his finger with a fiendish smile which did not linger. Casting his sight on the line of women behind the naked, bleeding queen, the king gripped the pommel of his sword once more and in one quick flash of motion he withdrew the cyphos turning his head back over his shoulder, the sharpened steel, fatal blade held up high in his hand as he yelled to the remaining soldiers gathered there "I AM THE KING OF SPARTA!"
Gripping the cyphos with both hands, slowly the king turned the weapon downwards, towards Thera, just inches from her throat, and he could see now at this moment, as her death approached, Vyakles clearly saw a glimmer of sheer terror in the queen's eyes, and this was what the king had been waiting so long to see, for then he realized that Thera was not of the gods but was a mere mortal, a human being, just as he. Thera pointed her chin up so she could no longer see the face of Vyakles nor his deadly blade, so she gazed up into the clear blue sky, closed her eyes took in one, last breath which smelled of salt, violets, and seaweed. With a firm hold of his sword, with the full force of the strength of his body Vyakles exerted all his energy with one mighty thrust downward, and Thera heard and felt the rush of the blade as her heart beat furiously within her chest. Then, within the span of three seconds, it was all over as a gasp arose from the hush of the crowd gathered 'round the king that terrible day.
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