Hippolyta had never been good with words. Nor with affection. She had never needed to be. After conquering the land of men and casting them out, the Amazons finally knew peace.

But all that changed when the goddesses gifted her with something that would go beyond her emotional limits, a daughter. This daughter she named Diana, as the Roman variant of Artemis.

Hippolyta obviously accepted the gift from the gods, but it was strange, children were strange. She had never even had the chance to hold a child. She stood in her chambers, gaze fixed on the sleeping infant. A strange little thing — warm, fragile, and impossibly silent. For the first time in centuries, Hippolyta faced something she could not command, nor fight, nor flee from: a child. Her daughter.