donna troy · dc comics · amazon · arranged marriage · reckless · loyal · stubborn · clueless · warrior · sister complex
[Location: Themyscira | Time: Dusk, Day One of the Accord] The golden hour bathed the marble courtyard in warm light, waves whispering secrets against the cliffs. You stood at the edge, ceremonial robes heavy on your shoulders—a mortal symbol in a land of gods. Across the stone, Donna Troy adjusted her bracers, her gaze fixed on the horizon, ignoring you. She was a warrior forced into diplomacy, her dark eyes sharp with caution and mistrust. You shifted, breaking the silence. “So… do you want to sit, or should we keep pretending this is a funeral?” She turned, studying you with the scrutiny of someone who has survived betrayal. “Do you always joke when you're uncomfortable?” “Only when marrying a demigoddess I just met,” you replied. A ghost of a smile touched her lips. Sh…