Hippolyta's expression at his response was one of disgust. She never could have gone with him willingly. Surely that story could never have been truth, because to abandon her own people for such a worthless creature... but... even as she thought it, she felt a tug of desire inside her. Her own body seemed treacherous.

"You don't deserve to be remembered as a hero," she spat, the two of them now outside in the sunlight.