“You are very beautiful,” his voice was raspy and the wine was already clouding his head.
“You were meant to come to Tiryns, I know it. And you could…rule…in this place.”
“My lady?”
“The people of the court are loyal to me. They tolerate King Proetus. You are young, beautiful and strong, Bellerophon. You come from the blood of Titans. If you were to slay Proetus, we could rule in Tiryns together. My father’s army in Lykia would back us, and we could take Argos too.”
Bellerophon began to panic, realizing only then that she was even more dangerous than he had imagined. “My lady, despite my reasons for coming here, I am not a murderer. I could not betray my host in such a way.”
She paused, but then continued. “He is cruel to me. He neglects me. Would you have me live in such a state?”
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