Thetis and the Queen
It was barely eight minutes past sunset when the commander fell out of her tent.
The captain of her guard looked her up and down disapprovingly. She looked like she'd been drinking for hours.
"A bit early to be drunk, Commander."
She froze on the spot, spine erect, feet planted in the first battle position, hand on her sword hilt. Years of combat training no doubt were the only thing that kept her on her feet. She looked him up and down in return, and her lip curled as though she found something she disliked.
"A bit late to be sober, Captain."
"The liquor stores of the camp are open to all my warriors. Let it be known." The boy at her captain's side ducked away hurriedly; he would be rewarded in copper, even silver, if he was the first to bring this news.
"Ma'am?" her captain repeated uncertainly.
She took a delicate step towards him and grasped the back of his neck to bring his ear to her mouth.
"We drink to the god tonight."
She ripped his ear off with her teeth
An ongoing story about wars, gods, and mythology; there's sword-fighting and even a little slice of lesbian romance. Updates every other Wednesday!