The King of Sparta said his goodbyes to all the ladies then he went over to Thera to shake her hand farewell and to wish her luck with Admiral Vasha. Thera took his hand but averted her gaze as not to look Vyakles directly in the eyes lest she lose all courage to breed with Vasha. Vyakles felt her discomfort in this matter so he quickly made his departure, even though this brought a great pain to his heart and jealous thoughts to his mind.
Now shortly thereafter Thera sat back at the table with Vasha as the rest of the group dispersed off to the lake for a swim, or to help clear away the dishes and clean up after the feast; which Thera was surprised to see a few of the men of Sparta assisting the ladies in these chores. She sighed sweetly giving Vasha a luminous look of happiness as she unhooked the little golden statue from her belt placing it on the table in front of him. Vasha was extremely pleased by this gesture and he picked up the small golden treasure in his hand. He had heard of these tokens of love by his men. The archers gave out little golden coiled snakes, the members of the phalanx gave out little golden bulls, the cavalry, of course, their symbol was a horse, however, Thera's was a little golden lion a symbol only afforded to the Royal House of Themiscyra. Now Vasha held the, one and only, little lion statue in the palm of his hand as he smiled at Thera kissing her cheek sweetly.
"Now Admiral, if you will allow me but a moment to to prepare my bed and my body to receive you, come to me in my tent in just a little while." she said as she gave him a soft warm kiss on the mouth as Amara and Lexa escorted her back to her tent under the full sweet blossoms of the cherry trees.
In her tent, under bright stars and a sliver of the waxing moon, Amara and Lexa set about preparing their dear friend and leader for the act. They combed out her long red hair, stripped her naked, and rubbed an aromatic lotion of acacia, lemon zest, and olive oil into her supple skin. Thera applied the balm of peppermint, honey and beeswax to her lips, as the oil lamps were dimmed in her room. Amara took out a small dagger and went out returning with a few branches of the cherry tree; which she placed in a vase of water the fragrant blossoms filled the air with the sweet scent of nature. Thera reclined back in her bed atop the clean white silk sheets, to which Lexa and Amara scattered handfuls of pink and white cherry blossoms. They carefully combed Thera's shiny, silky hair down around her shoulders in a cascade of soft chestnut. There in the golden flickering light of the oil lamps she looked like Aphrodite resting upon a bed of flowers. Thera bade the women to leave her in peace thanking them for their efforts. Amara and Lexa both gave their dear friend an excited loving smile and then they departed. Thera lie there for what seemed an eternity before she heard Vasha approach.
The excitement raging through Vasha's heart, at this point in time, was unrivaled by any deed he had committed in his life. Not even the thrill of watching your enemy die at the end of your sword was as exciting and enticing as this moment. Now, as he held tight to the little statue in his left hand, he reached up with his right to open the tent when he heard a familiar voice calling his name.
"Admiral Vasha." came the voice of King Vyakles.
Vasha said not a word as he turned, startled and he dropped the little statue of the lion from his hand as he came eye to eye with his king. He knew now Thera would never be his that he would never be permitted to come into her. Vasha knew and understood this by the determined look in the eyes of the king. Here Vasha's mighty heart sank and saddened for he knew the wishes of his king would supersede any of his desire to breed.
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