"So boring!" Penthesilea huffed, her voice sharp with frustration. She paced back and forth, her fists clenched, her impatience growing by the minute. "I didn't see any Achilles, Agamemnon, Menelaus, or Ajax! None of the true warriors were here. Just weaklings! Is this what the great Lyrnessus had to offer? I'm disappointed—I wanted to fight real men, warriors worthy of my strength!"
The Amazonian queen's anger simmered beneath her calm exterior, but those who knew her well could see it in the tense set of her jaw, the way her spear twitched in her grip. She had come to Lyrnessus with high expectations, eager to test herself against the legendary heroes of the Achaeans, the so-called strongest fighters of the Greek world. After all, she wasn't just any warrior—she was the queen of the Amazons, a title she had earned by constantly pushing herself beyond her limits. She lived for battle, for the thrill of facing a foe who could challenge her.
