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At the snap of a finger, a naked Artemis brought Circe some of the finest wine of the island.
"Food!" she said with authority.
As soon as the order was uttered, Hippolyta rose from her knelt position at Circe's feet. The once proud Queen of the Amazons was no longer looking that majestuous anymore, standing there naked except for a slave collar whose leash was in the firm grip of Circe.
She was carrying a silver tray, with her head lowered with a blank expression.
"There, Mistress..." Hyppolyta said while seizing some seedless grapes and holding them above Circe's mouth.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! You trained them well, slave. Your amazons are fine fighters." The new Queen of Themyscira said mockingly to Hyppolita while taking another sip of that delicious wine.
Circe had a malicious smile on her face as she was enjoying the show and that new life she was leading as the Queen of the amazons; something she felt she was deserving.
A loud noise took her out of her reverie. The huge yet finely ornemented throne room's door was wide open.
Standing in the light that came from outside was an all too familiar silhouette for Circe. The prodigal daughter has returned to the island standing tall. There she was, posing akimbo, the almighty Wonder Woman.
She was looking in complete disbelief at her sisters fighting among themselves, Circe sitting on her mother's throne and, more shockingly, Artemis and her mother knelt on each side of the throne.
"What is the meaning of this?!" shouted the raven-haired amazon right at Circe standing on the other side of the room.
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