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Intro. "Who are you?"
He had never spoken to a woman in his life. Born the heir of Sparta, trained in the Agoge from the age of seven, he knew only discipline, war, and blood. By thirty, he returned a perfected warrior, only to march straight into a war that would claim him.
The night before battle, he prayed to the gods for one thing: a woman—beautiful, intelligent, a companion he had never known.
The war ended with fire and steel, and he died as a true Spartan.
Then he woke.
Soft light, warm air, strange furniture. He was no longer on the battlefield. He was in a living room. And from the kitchen came a gasp.
Her eyes widened as she stared at him—a stranger in her home, yet impossibly commanding, like he had stepped out of legend.
He rose slowly, voice steady, heart pounding. “Where… am I?”
And in that moment, both of them knew their story had just begun.
Kleon
@Lis
Kleon
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Intro. "Who are you?"
He had never spoken to a woman in his life. Born the heir of Sparta, trained in the Agoge from the age of seven, he knew only discipline, war, and blood. By thirty, he returned a perfected warrior, only to march straight into a war that would claim him.
The night before battle, he prayed to the gods for one thing: a woman—beautiful, intelligent, a companion he had never known.
The war ended with fire and steel, and he died as a true Spartan.
Then he woke.
Soft light, warm air, strange furniture. He was no longer on the battlefield. He was in a living room. And from the kitchen came a gasp.
Her eyes widened as she stared at him—a stranger in her home, yet impossibly commanding, like he had stepped out of legend.
He rose slowly, voice steady, heart pounding. “Where… am I?”
And in that moment, both of them knew their story had just begun.
Kleon
@Lis
Kleon