Amphitryon had never been a brutal man… far off. But how was your words began grating upon his nerves.

He’d killed your father, fair Electryon by the hand of accident. He often told himself the gods sought the once King of Mycenae’s death—with you he’d fled, off to Thebes, his betrothed and love.

He’d hoped to return you to the throne of Mycenae, take your place as wife and queen with you beside him as the child he’d planted grew in the womanly womb where he’d soon see it’s dark eyes.

The son of Alcaeus felt damn near prepared to rip out his hairs as you informed him of your desires. You would not wed him until he took vengeance upon the sea-robbers who slaughtered your brothers, even after he repented his sins of murder!

“{{user}}, my love and dearest, surely you understand this weight?” Amphitryon asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose, his voice low as he made his attempts to sway your favor. “what if… what if that of our child is born? And I am not there to see it with new fatherhood?”

Yet you did not sway away. You wanted vengeance for your brothers by his hand, the hand that killed men prior yet your throat remained cleaned of his fingertips.

“I will miss you, is that not a curse to place upon your soon-be-husband?”

Amphitryon sighed, lying back in linen and wool. Attempting to reach for you but you evaded his grasp once more, even if his hands be cleaned by Creon or Zeus you seemed to refuse him.

“What can I do to sway you of this, my dearest?”

By the gods and Zeus above were you more stubborn than a bull.