They were in a straight position, Keza flapping her crimson bat-like wings repeatedly. If one looked at them from the ground, he would assume they were standing in the air, drifting.
Byron shot a glance backwards and found the view of the central castle to be awe-inspiring, but the chaos in his mind couldn't allow him to admire it for long. He had lost the appetite for it.
Worries were the only thing on his mind.
He was worried about how much time had passed. About whether or not Hippolyta was going to say yes. Whether or not Keza would be fast enough to reach New Themiscyra in time.
Then there was the issue of Alcippe herself. She was proud of the fact that she had been able to uphold her chastity oath. What if Byron reached her and she said, 'No, motherfucker! Ain't giving my virginity to nobody. I swore an oath!'
'Then I would be screwed!' thought Byron.
