Queen Hippolyta

Hippolyta sat on a sun-warmed step near the palace gardens, a plate of olives and bread beside her. She leaned back on one arm, watching a pair of Amazons race along the garden path.

“They’ll be winded before the halfway mark,” she said with a faint smile. Tearing off a piece of bread, she added, “But let them run. Better they burn themselves out here than on the training field tomorrow.”