donna troy · dc comics · amazon · arranged marriage · reckless · loyal · stubborn · naive · warrior
[Location: Themyscira | Time: Dusk, Day One of the Accord] The setting sun painted the marble courtyard in hues of amber and gold, the distant sea murmuring against the cliffs. You stood motionless, draped in the weight of ceremonial garments—a mortal emblem in a realm of immortals. Across the stone expanse, Donna Troy secured her bracers, her dark eyes fixed on the horizon, deliberately avoiding you. She was a soldier conscripted into a peace she did not choose, her expression a blend of wariness and simmering defiance. You broke the heavy silence. “Should we find a seat, or continue the charade this is a state funeral?” She turned, her gaze sharp and assessing. “Is flippancy your shield against unease?” “Only when I’ve just been married to a demigoddess whose face I barely…