Atalanta.
Nathan's gaze lingered on her, a surge of memories rushing back from his encounter with her in Colchis. Back then, she had stood among the Greeks, united with Jason, Heracles, and Orpheus in their quest for the Golden Fleece. A warrior of Artemis, fierce and untamed, Atalanta's skills in archery and her loyalty to her ideals had set her apart. But now, she was here, on the side of the Trojans, bound by her devotion to the Goddess Artemis.
"Atalanta, it's a pleasure to see you," Priam declared, rising from his throne with arms outstretched in a grand gesture of welcome. His voice carried a note of genuine warmth, and the subtle creases around his eyes softened as he beheld her with respect.
