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Broken Heart
Who: Queen Gorgo, Leonidas and Open
What: Arrival
Where: Pick your part of the beach
When: Morning
Why: Get her in the Game
Rating: PG since they are on the beach
Blackness fell over Sparta, a blackness Greece had never seen. King Leonidas was dead. The bile came from her stomach as if she’d eaten bad meat, she began retching grief. When she could stand, she returned to her chambers to wipe off the vomit. She lay in the tub trying to focus, but she could not.
If he were there right now, “He’d tell her to move over, woman,” she’d pretend to protest but that wouldn't stop him. They were everything to each other. She kept telling herself she was a Spartan, and Spartans were strong.
The news traveled fast. The loyal Spartans mounted another attack.
Gorgo wanted no other, but that would not be her lot in life. She wanted Leonidas.
She took her time dressing, after all the same suitors would be waiting up in the grand hall.
As she stepped through the doorway, she was no longer in Sparta; in fact she was somewhere else entirely, stepping on sand that led to the beach. She was beautiful, she looked like a bride on her wedding day.
What: Arrival
Where: Pick your part of the beach
When: Morning
Why: Get her in the Game
Rating: PG since they are on the beach
Blackness fell over Sparta, a blackness Greece had never seen. King Leonidas was dead. The bile came from her stomach as if she’d eaten bad meat, she began retching grief. When she could stand, she returned to her chambers to wipe off the vomit. She lay in the tub trying to focus, but she could not.
If he were there right now, “He’d tell her to move over, woman,” she’d pretend to protest but that wouldn't stop him. They were everything to each other. She kept telling herself she was a Spartan, and Spartans were strong.
The news traveled fast. The loyal Spartans mounted another attack.
Gorgo wanted no other, but that would not be her lot in life. She wanted Leonidas.
She took her time dressing, after all the same suitors would be waiting up in the grand hall.
As she stepped through the doorway, she was no longer in Sparta; in fact she was somewhere else entirely, stepping on sand that led to the beach. She was beautiful, she looked like a bride on her wedding day.