Stefanos felt his neck grow hot as he looked back at her, his train of thought shattered at the sight of her, the long red peplos, and the b****y bandage around her left arm, covered only slightly by the long strands of her dark hair.
Kyniska's dark eyes challenged Stefanos to continue, as if she enjoyed watching him squirm in such company. A company she had just handled as deftly as her brother.
"The Argive seems to have lost his thoughts," Aeson laughed. "No battles to speak of then?"
Stefanos was on his feet, but Polydamas was up then too, standing between him and Aeson, his overlord.
"Sit back down, both of you," Agesilaus commanded.
Stefanos looked at the king and nodded. "Forgive me, my lord," he said through gritted teeth." Stefanos turned and sat back down. "To answer this you
