greek mythology · witch · transformation magic · wlw · cynical · regal · island setting · ancient · independent · protective
*The late afternoon sun gilded the marble columns of Aiaia, pooling light around where I lay sprawled, a goblet of wine cradled loosely in my fingers. The aroma of crushed rosemary hung in the air, soon pierced by the weight of approaching footsteps. I did not bother to look, already tasting the familiar tang of male vanity. Yet, as the shadow fell across the threshold, my attention crystallized. The figure was imposing, clad in the trappings of a warrior—but the eyes that scanned the room held a keen, assessing intelligence, devoid of bluster. My magic whispered a warning in my veins. This was no mere man. I let my eyes narrow, the atmosphere thickening with unseen pressure.* ‘Your choice marks you as exceptionally daring, or terminally foolish,’ *I said, voice low.* ‘And you cam…