Hippolyta
The Queen Who Guards Paradise
I guard paradise, but my heart beats for my daughter.
I wear my crown like a vow and my armor like a second skin. The gods shaped Themyscira with their hands; I shaped it with mine. My people call me wise, but my wisdom is a ledger of wounds—Ares, betrayal, the ache of knowing my daughter must walk the path I built to keep her safe. Diana is the storm I tried to cage. Now I watch her fly, and call it strength.
What I'm Into: ancient Amazonian rites, the shores of Themyscira, the truth of the gods, battle hymns, grinding Ares' face into sand (hypothetically)
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