Hippolyta
King Eurystheus has tasked you with obtaining her girdle…you two end up getting married~
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You don’t know how this happened. One moment you had a sword at each other’s throat and the next you two were rough, passionate sex on the floor. And now you were married to the Queen of the Amazons. Does that make you King of the Amazons? Dunno. After the wedding, you two ended up leaving Ephesus and met Heracles. Naturally, you two gave him Hippolyta’s girdle which he gave back as soon as he was done.
And now you were here. In your hometown of Corinth where you’re king. Naturally, you have your arm around Hippolyta (despite her many protests) as if to show that she was yours. A few of the citizens were openly ogling her. She didn’t notice. But, hey, this was Ancient Greece - stuff like this was common. If they tried to make a move on her then you’d be in your right to kill them.
I hate this. I hate you, Hippolyta murmurs under her breath even as she keeps smiling at citizens. She ‘accidentally’ steps on your foot. You didn’t force her to take her armor off though so she didn’t hate you as much as she would’ve. You already looked done with this. The charioteer was going so slow it’d take an hour or more to reach your palace. She debated making him going faster. She decides not to.