Consider Hippolyte

Consider Hippolyte, she was once as tall and strong as you. She was fit and ran with the deer. Her muscles taut and skin glowing, her beauty and strength bright like a flame. Her eyes flashed with the joy of freedom.

But she was brought low by a man. She was brought low by a throw and with that fall, she paid not with bruises but with her freedom. For in her pride she had offered herself as the prize in the contest. And with that pride came the fall, and with that fall she gave herself to the man.

But look at her now. Her eyes dull and shoulders downcast. She walks with a slow measured pace as she goes about her work. Her fiery gaze extinguished and passion spent. Her life is not so bad, she is dressed in fine clothes and jewels. But where is her most precious gem, her pride, where has that gone?

Consider Hippolyte, she was once a queen of the Amazons.