Chapter 10
"Your plan appears to be working well, witch," the gravel toned voice of Triton called to Circe, who seemed entirely unimpressed by the presence of the son of Poseidon in her shrine. One of her handsome little toys had come, summoning him to see her, as if the son of the Sea God Poseidon could be ordered around like a common pet. He balked at the thought, but he was indebted to the witch; she had freed him from his uncle's torment in Hades, and given him a second shot to become the husband to Diana, now Queen of the Amazons.
"But of course it is, you silly creature," she chided, more than a little condescension and derision in her voice. "That silly girl pretending to be queen has no idea what is coming for her, and you will get your revenge on Arthur, and we will both get everything we ever wanted..." she smirked.
Triton had thought that Diana would remain Queen of the Amazons, and he would have access to her nearly unlimited, well trained, army, to wage war and squash rebellion in his kingdom, newly granted with the death of Arthur.
Circe, on the other hand, anticipated that, should Diana marry Triton, she expected the queen would abdicate her throne, leaving it to her younger sister, Donna. Donna was not the warrior that Diana was, and it would be easy enough for the purple haired sorceress to wrangle control from the foolish child.
It was all to go down so smoothly, the jealousy that fed Triton's hate for Arthur was strong in the creature, no doubt in part due to the fact that Diana and Arthur made a beautiful couple, and would have beautiful children, as both, in appearance at least, were completely normal. Triton resembled a hideous fish creature; no discernible nose, why would he need one? He was a submarinian creature. His eyes were red, his mouth lined with sharp teeth. His skin was grey, the colour of a sky that was clouded over but with no rain yet in sight. There was no hair on his head or anywhere else on his body for that matter. He had flipper hands, with webbed fingers and feet to match; even Circe found him repulsive, all the more reason to lock Diana in an eternity with the beast.
"I can't help but notice that Diana and Orin are closer than ever," Triton said, watching the couple share a moment after he revived her.
"Patience, my dear," she chuckled. "The hardest hits are the ones you never see coming," she said, lounging on her divan. "The more they fall back in love, the more it's going to hurt both of them when we break them apart."
"I don't care about hurting Diana," he said, sounding almost a little protective of the Queen.
Oh how quaint, Circe thought to herself. The beast truly does love the little warrior queen. Oh this couldn't get better if she had written the script herself! "But a broken heart will be much more... receptive to your advances," she suggested. "Just trust me, okay Big Boy? This isn't the first romance I've helped blossom just to rip apart... Trust me."
"Is that how you got all of your... toys?" Triton said, looking around at the dozens of beautiful young men surrounding and decorating Circe's chambers. There were easily a dozen of them.
"Like I said," she grinned deviously, her purple lips pulling back to expose sharp, white teeth. "I've done this before..."