Alright , since I ranted about the issues and admonished those who did it, it is fair I reward those who love and support the story . So here's a bonus chapter for you good folks.
Perfectly Balanced, as all things should be .
Tomorrow I'll be swamped whole day, so might upload new chapter around this ti or sooner.
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After the heart-to-heart talk with his wives, Edward felt sothing shift within him. The restlessness inside him had finally begun to settle. For so long he had fought, bled, and endured in silence, carrying burdens no mortal should—but now, as he looked into the eyes of Hera and Hippolyta, he saw sothing different: understanding, patience, and love.
He wasn't alone anymore.
The rest of the day passed in a quiet calm that he hadn't realized he'd been craving. He stayed by their side in the inner gardens of Themiscyra's palace, surrounded by fragrant blooms and the soft lapping of water fountains. The sky was clear, the warmth of the afternoon sun draping everything in gold.
In the shade of a marble column, Edward reclined on a cushioned bench, his head resting comfortably in Hera's lap. Her fingers gently stroked his hair, her nails dragging lightly across his scalp with a tenderness he hadn't known he needed.
Across from him, Hippolyta sat with a plate of fresh fruit, her long legs crossed elegantly. She leaned in now and then to feed him grapes one by one. Her expression was fond, but her smirk gave away the amusent she found in pampering a man known for tearing gods apart.
Edward let out a low, satisfied chuckle as he chewed the latest grape. "If this isn't how kings live, then they're doing it wrong."
Hippolyta smiled and leaned in to kiss his temple. "You did marry the Queen of Themiscyra," she said in a soft tone, brushing her thumb across his jaw. "That makes you our ruler, whether you accept it or not."
"I still feel like you two should run everything," he muttered, lips twitching with a smirk.
Hera's cool, composed voice chid in. "Well, I am Queen of Olympus," she said, her eyes glittering with playful pride. "So that makes you King of Olympus, by marriage."
Edward raised an eyebrow. "King of Olympus and Themiscyra. I'm really collecting titles now."
"If you wanted," Hera added smoothly, "I could summon the minor deities. Have them attend you. They'd kneel at your feet, bathe you in wine and praise. All for their king."
Edward looked up at her and gave a crooked grin. "Tempting. But I don't want that."
Without warning, he reached up and gave her nipple a gentle pinch. Hera inhaled sharply, her breath catching in her throat as a quiet moan escaped before she could suppress it.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, but her expression was anything but embarrassed.
Edward chuckled and let his hand fall away.
"I'm not interested in being worshipped," he said, eyes now locked with hers. "I just want you. Both of you. I'm happy with what we have."
Hera's face softened. Her fingers paused in his hair, then resud their slow caress. She leaned down, her lips just above his ear.
" That's good , but You've turned on, dear husband," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "You'll have to take responsibility for that."
Edward glanced up at her, bemused. "Is that so?"
Without waiting for a reply, Hera lowered her head and kissed him. It wasn't rushed—it was slow, deliberate, filled with the unspoken heat that had been simring all day. Her tongue found his, and Edward responded in kind, a low hum vibrating in his chest. Her hand moved to the side of his face, thumb grazing his cheek as their kiss deepened.
Hippolyta, watching the exchange, gave an exaggerated sigh and leaned back. "You're supposed to be the goddess of marriage," she said, not without affection. "Not lust."
Hera broke the kiss, her lips brushing against Edward's as she spoke. "Marriage includes passion. I'm simply honoring my vows."
Then she added, more seriously, "I wish to fulfill my role… as a wife. And perhaps even bear a child for my beloved husband."
That made Hippolyta pause. She looked at Hera, then at Edward. There was no jealousy in her expression, only interest.
"Is that what you want?" Hippolyta asked, her voice lower now.
Hera looked at her, then nodded. "I've lived countless years as Zeus's queen. But with Edward… I want to start anew. A child could be part of that future."
Edward sat up slightly, watching both of them. Hippolyta tilted her head, considering the idea.
After a mont, she smirked. "Well then," she said, turning her gaze toward Edward, "if that's the ga we're playing… I should do the sa."
Edward blinked. "You too?"
Hippolyta shrugged, her tone casual but her eyes firm. "It's not just about bearing your child. It's about anchoring you. You're always vanishing, chasing so new danger. Maybe… if we had a child, you'd visit more often. Maybe even stay."
He looked between the two powerful won who had stood through wars, betrayals, centuries of pain. And yet here they were, vulnerable with him. Willing to build sothing new, sothing real.
Edward leaned forward, his tone gentle. "I never expected this," he said honestly. "But if that's how you both feel…"
He stood and extended his hands toward them. "Then I suppose I should fulfill my husbandly duties."
Hera rose first, wrapping herself around him with grace. "Mm… at last, you see reason."
Hippolyta ca next, taking his other arm and resting her head on his shoulder. "You look more relaxed husband. It feels nice."
With their arms intertwined, they walked together through the palace corridors. The halls of Themiscyra echoed softly with the sound of their footsteps, the rustle of silk and laughter trailing behind them. The sun was starting to dip lower now, casting long, golden beams through the archways. Guards bowed in silence as they passed, knowing exactly where they were headed.
And though none would speak of it aloud, a few of the palace attendants and passing Amazons exchanged glances with a blush, a knowing looks in their eyes. They were used to the sounds of passion echoing through the night from their queen's chambers.
It seed another sleepless night awaited the halls of Themiscyra.
And none dared to complain.
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The morning sun spilled gently across the polished marble floors of the palace, casting a soft golden glow through the high-arched windows. The air was fresh with the scent of salt from the sea and blooming garden flowers carried in by a faint breeze.
Edward erged from the Royal chambers with Hera and Hippolyta beside him, the three walking side by side through the corridors with a subtle ease in their steps, occasionally brushing hands or exchanged knowing glances.
The intensity of the previous night had not dulled their spirits; instead, it seed to have grounded them, lent a rare peace and comfort that Edward had scarcely known before.
Unlike their first ti together, when unrestrained passion had dominated them until exhaustion overtook their bodies, last night had been different. There was still fire, but also understanding and patience, a rhythm guided more by affection than urgency. And now, in the morning light, all three wore the glow of that calm satisfaction.
As they entered the grand dining hall, they were greeted by an amusing sight. Little Diana sat at the long table, hunched over a spread of fruits, honeyed bread, and cheese, her hair slightly tousled and her eyes half-lidded with sleep.
She was stuffing her face with an expression that suggested both hunger and irritation. Upon hearing the familiar footsteps, she glanced up, her mouth still full.
"You guys did it again!" she mumbled, glaring at them through her sleepiness. "I couldn't sleep the whole night. From now on, I'll have to keep Father away from you two."
Hippolyta's cheeks flushed a soft pink, the Queen of the Amazons montarily silenced by her daughter's blunt accusation. Hera, in contrast, let out a soft, amused laugh, brushing a hand through her golden curls with a doting smile.
"Oh my, our little Diana has grown rather attached to you, beloved," she said to Edward, her voice rich with mischief. "Your charm works on everyone, it seems."
Edward chuckled as he walked over to Diana and affectionately ruffled her hair, careful not to disturb the braids. "Haha. Alright, Princess," he said with warmth in his voice. "As promised, today will be dedicated entirely to you. We'll do whatever you want."
Diana imdiately perked up, her tired eyes lighting up with excitent. "Really?"
Edward gave her a wink. "Of course. I made you a promise, didn't I? But first, let's finish breakfast."
With that, they all took their seats at the long table. The conversation over breakfast was lighthearted, filled with soft laughter and playful banter.
He caught Hera watching him fondly between bites, and Hippolyta too, occasionally stealing glances his way with the sa quiet contentnt.
As soon as breakfast was over, Diana wasted no ti. She practically dragged Edward out of the hall by the arm, much to the amusent of the two queens who watched them with knowing smiles.
"Don't wear him out too much," Hera called after them, chuckling softly.
"We'll save that for tonight," Hippolyta added with a teasing grin.
Edward gave a helpless smile as he waved back at them, letting the energetic young girl tug him down the corridor and into the sunlit courtyard.
Once they were outside and a little ways away from the guards and servants, Edward looked down at Diana with an inquisitive eyebrow raised. "So, Princess," he said with a gentle tone, "where are we going today?"
Diana glanced around to make sure they were alone, then leaned in and spoke in a hushed voice, "Father, please take to see the outside world. I want to see what's beyond this island. Mother never lets leave."
Edward blinked in surprise. That was unexpected.
"Huh. That's it?" he replied, tilting his head. "I thought it would be sothing more outrageous."
Diana pouted. "It is outrageous for !"
Edward chuckled. With a wave of his hand, a brilliant golden ripple shimred in the air.
From the vault of the Gate of Babylon, a sleek, ancient flying vessel erged, Vimana, crafted with intricate gold and bronze inlays, humming softly with otherworldly power. It hovered gently above the palace grounds, bathed in radiant light.
Diana gasped audibly, her eyes going wide. "It's beautiful! And it can fly? Is this your ship, Father?"
"Yes," Edward said, lifting her effortlessly into his arms before jumping onto the deck with practiced ease. He set her gently onto the throne-like seat at the front and knelt before her, adjusting the hem of her tunic that had beco tangled during the climb.
"It belongs to now. It was once the treasure of King Gilgash of Uruk—a mighty king from long ago. But now, it serves ."
Diana wriggled excitedly on the throne. "Then I want to see everything! Athens, Sparta, Delphi—I want to see them all!"
Edward laughed softly and took a seat beside her, resting an arm behind her shoulders as the ship began to rise, steady and smooth like the wind itself. "We don't have to see them all in one day," he said with a smile. "Let's start with Athens today. One step at a ti."
Diana looked a little disappointed, but then she brightened again quickly. "Alright, Father. We can visit the rest later. You'll be staying in Themiscyra after all."
Edward ruffled her hair gently. He didn't reply to that. A year, maybe less, that's all the ti he truly had here. But that wasn't sothing he wanted to burden her with, not now.
The golden ship soared into the sky, leaving a shimring trail behind as it glided smoothly over the ocean. Diana's laughter echoed through the wind as she leaned over the railing, pointing to flocks of birds, passing ships, and distant coastlines.
Her questions ca rapid-fire—about the nas of cities, the purpose of temples, why people below waved up at them with such enthusiasm.
Edward patiently answered each one, the fondness in his tone unmistakable. "They cheer because they know soone is watching over them," he explained as they flew low over a bustling town where villagers had stopped their chores to wave upward. "And they respect that. They feel safer knowing soone out there still cares."
Diana tilted her head, curious. "Father… are you also a god? Only gods coould gather such devotion without doing anything."
Edward looked at her for a long mont, then smiled faintly. "I'm just a human," he said quietly. "A strong one. But still just a man."
Diana didn't look convinced, but she didn't press. She simply leaned her head against his shoulder, her small hand wrapping around his wrist as she stared ahead at the looming outline of Athens in the distance.
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After visiting Athens, where they had been welcod like long-lost royalty, Edward found himself once again struck by how easily the people adored him. Wherever they went, crowds gathered—cheering, kneeling, so even offering songs in their honor. It was impossible to move through the city without attracting attention.
Diana, of course, reveled in it. She had managed to collect a small mountain of gifts by the ti they left—tiny trinkets, handmade dolls, embroidered dresses, clay whistles, honeyed sweets, even a gold circlet one elderly woman had pressed into her hands.
Edward had tried, gently and firmly, to wave off most of the tributes ant for him, but Diana accepted hers with childish delight and an innocent lack of restraint. He eventually set a rule: she could only keep what she could carry in her own arms.
That, of course, led to her waddling through the streets with her arms absolutely overflowing, balancing boxes and candies with careful pride as though she were transporting treasure.
He had smiled the entire ti, helpless, yet oddly content.
By the ti they took off again aboard the Vimana, Diana had fallen asleep beside him, curled up in her seat with a sweet in one hand and a doll clutched in the other. Her face was peaceful, her breathing soft.
Edward draped a warm cloth over her and sat in silence for a while, watching the clouds roll beneath them and the gentle rise and fall of her chest. He thought of how fast children grew, how fleeting monts like these were. A quiet sigh escaped him as he adjusted the direction.
They landed just before twilight. The skies above Themiscyra were a gentle amber hue, and the palace lights shimred like molten gold. As they approached the palace gates, Hera and Hippolyta were already waiting for them.
Edward stepped out first, carrying a sleeping Diana cradled securely in his arms. With his other hand, he cast a silent spell, and the various toys and gifts Diana had collected floated neatly behind him in a light, glowing trail.
Hippolyta stepped forward imdiately, her expression softening at the sight of her sleeping daughter. She kissed Edward tenderly, her hand resting lightly on his chest.
"Welco back, husband," she said softly. "You two had fun exploring?"
Edward smiled, one arm still around Diana, the other now gently encircling Hippolyta's waist. "Yeah," he replied. "We visited Athens. The people there haven't changed much, they still try to hand tributes and praise like I'm so kind of deity. I told them no, of course, but... well..." He glanced down at the sleeping child. "Diana accepted just about everything."
Hippolyta chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "She's still a child. It must have been like a dream coming true for her."
Hera ca up from behind and wrapped her arms gently around Edward's waist from the other side, resting her chin on his shoulder. She kissed him on the cheek and offered a sultry smile.
"You already look like you'd be a good father, beloved husband," she whispered.
Edward let out a quiet laugh and turned his head slightly to kiss her brow. "Who knows? Maybe soday. But if I do have children, I want to be there. I don't want them growing up with only mories of a father who's always away chasing glory or forget how I look."
Hera nodded slowly, understanding in her eyes, while Hippolyta simply leaned closer, resting her head against his chest for a mont.
Together, the three of them walked back toward the palace. Hippolyta carried Diana now, brushing her daughter's hair gently as they entered the softly-lit halls. The palace, usually echoing with the sound of training Amazons or the crash of waves against the cliffs below felt calm.
By the ti Diana was tucked into bed, fast asleep with her dolls beside her and a soft blanket covering her, the night had deepened. Edward waited by the door until Hippolyta kissed her daughter's forehead and stepped away with a tender smile. Then the three of them made their way to the dining chamber for supper.
The long table was adorned with fresh fruits, grilled ats, cheeses, and warm bread. A fragrant stew stead from a golden basin in the center, and wine poured freely from ornate amphorae.
Edward sat between them as they served him with a kind of casual intimacy that had grown between them. Every so often, Hera would lean in and place a bite of fruit between his lips, while Hippolyta would lean forward and gently feed him slices of roasted lamb, smiling softly when he kissed her fingers.
Sotis, they'd tease him by offering a piece of food using their own mouths, and Edward , no longer embarrassed by such bold affection played along with equal mischief. He'd steal their lips apong with the food.
It was peaceful, tender, unhurried. This was a life he never thought he'd know. A life where he wasn't invisible and numb, wasn't being hunted or hunting others. A life not driven by vengeance or survival, but by love and simplicity.
Every now and then, he found himself just watching the way Hera brushed her fingers through her hair when she spoke, or how Hippolyta's smile curved as she listened to their conversations. Small things. Beautiful things.
As the fire crackled in the hearth and the wine dulled the edges of his thoughts, Edward let himself lean back in his bed, one arm around Hera's , the other around Hippolyta's waist. He looked between them, eyes soft.
"You know," he murmured, "this feels... right."
Hera leaned into him, resting her head on his chest. "It is right."
Hippolyta nodded, taking his hand and intertwining her fingers with his. "And it's yours. This peace, this ho, it belongs to you, as do we."
Edward exhaled slowly, a rare kind of calm settling over him.
Life, at least for now, was wonderful.
( I died a little inside as I wrote every word. Sigh, I should call her.)
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Life on Themiscyra flowed with a peace Edward had never known in his forr life. The days moved gently, touched with sunlight and the sounds of waves against the shores.
Diana had grown slightly in the past year. still young and curious, but her spirit had blood in the warmth of her new life. Edward often took her beyond the island, using the Vimana to show her glimpses of the wider world.
Sotis they visited quiet forests where birds sang and sunlight broke through ancient trees, and other tis they stepped into cities, where mortals still looked upon Edward with awe or respect, offering gifts he never asked for.
He never accepted their tributes, but Diana was too young to care about such things. Her eyes sparkled whenever soone handed her a flower garland, a sweet cake, or a carved toy.
She would squeal and hug the gifts tightly against her chest. Edward, despite his sighs and folded arms always smiled. He allowed her to keep only what she could carry herself, which she did with great pride, her arms bundled with colorful trinkets and treats as they returned ho.
Back on Themiscyra, Edward balanced the life of a father with the responsibilities of a ruler. He had not ignored the culture of the Amazons.
While powerful and noble, their worldview had beco narrow, ford by centuries of isolation and a mistrust of n. Edward didn't seek to rule them, but he knew their mindset needed tempering if they were to thrive beyond their hidden island.
He began to speak with them, walk among their warriors, not just as Hippolyta's husband but as soone who had seen the world burn and wished to protect it. He shared his experiences, his thoughts, and the lessons he had carved into his bones through blood. His words were not commands but invitations to grow, to learn, to listen.
A few questioned his thods, but most began to understand his wisdom. He trained with them when asked, showing restraint, precision, and strength earned not through birthright, but through struggle. He reminded them that strength without wisdom leads to ruin, and pride without humility blinds even the righteous.
Yet despite all his efforts for the good of the island, his personal life remained just as intense. His nights were no longer quiet.
Hera and Hippolyta, both proud and loving, now shared more than a throne. They shared a silent goal: to bear his child.
It was never spoken aloud, but in the way Hera clung to him when the moon was high, or how Hippolyta's eyes lingered on his face after their shared nights, he could feel it. They were trying, truly trying—but so far, nature had not answered.
Not that any of them lacked passion. Every night they would shower him with love and intimacy. But no results ca ....yet.
Still, Edward did not let disappointnt weigh them down. He gave them sothing else, sothing divine.
Late one evening, Edward sat with them in the inner courtyard. Moonlight bathed the marble floor in silver. Hera leaned against his side, her fingers idly brushing his arm. Hippolyta sat on his other side, silent but watchful, her posture straight as ever.
Edward reached into the gate of Babylon and revealed a sphere, glowing, pulsing with divine energy.
The God Sphere, ford from the remnants of divinity that belonged to Olympians. It held the domains, the essence, of the very gods he had struck down. It was power beyond imagining, and he had kept it sealed since the fall of Olympus.
"I've been thinking," Edward said quietly, his deep voice breaking the silence. "This still holds the remnants of the gods I took down. Their domains, their essence. It's ti I pass them on."
Hera straightened slightly, eyes narrowing with interest. Hippolyta turned to him fully, her gaze unreadable.
He looked at them both, his queens. "You've both stood beside . Loved . You've given peace and purpose again. It's only right I share so strength with you, so you can protect yourselves when I'm not herem"
He turned first to Hippolyta. "To you, my queen… I give the divinity of Artemis and Heracles. The huntress and the strongest. Protector of won and the strength of the fool who brought harm to you once."
The light from the God Sphere twisted, rising like a mist toward Hippolyta. Her eyes widened as the power flowed into her. She did not flinch. Her body shimred for a mont as the divine essence settled within her, her presence magnified. She felt stronger, more aware, like sothing ancient had awakened within her blood.
Edward turned next to Hera, his expression steady. "And to you… I give the mantles of Poseidon and Aphrodite. Ocean's command and love's domain. Strength and allure, passion and depth. Since Themiscyra is an island, this will protect you guys from any sea-bound threats. And love , because it suits you."
The glow shifted again. A pulse of sea-blue and soft rose light flowed into Hera's body. She gasped softly, her hand clutching Edward's arm as the powers rooted into her.
Her aura deepened, sharpened, there was a warmth to her now, a magnetic pull that even Edward could feel. She looked radiant, but also hungrier than before.
And there was, as expected, a pleasant consequence. Hera's new connection to Aphrodite's domain gave her even more power to entice, especially Edward.
Her touch beca more alluring, her kisses deeper. She leaned on him more often, her fingers tracing idle circles on his chest during their conversations, her voice softer but filled with longing.
She didn't hide her desire. She whispered it to him in the quiet monts. "I want to carry your child," she murmured once, her head resting on his chest. "Not out of duty or pride. I want a child I can love freely. One born not from obligation or force , but from love ."
Edward stroked her hair, his eyes warm but shadowed by the weight of ti. "Then let's hope fate smiles on us," he said softly.
The days passed in golden comfort. Diana laughed as she ran barefoot through the halls, Hippolyta's strength grew with each sunrise, and Hera's love enveloped their ho like a tide that never receded.
It's often said ti flies when you are having fun. And soon, a year had passed. It was ti for Edward to set out on his journey again.
So today Edward stood at the shore of Amazon , comforting his wives. Hippolyta was sowhat composed but reluctant. Hera was more emotional as she shed tears while hugging him and asked, " Must you leave so soon beloved? Can't you stay longer? "
Edward sighed as he embraced her, " You knew this day would co. I have to go out there. There are other lands to explore, humans to be freed, and order to be restored. But I promise you, I would try to co back from ti to ti."
Diana also reluctantly clung to him, " When will co back father? It's so boring without your presence. "
Edward leaned down and kissed her forehead, " I'll try to return as soon as possible, my little princess. But I have to fulfill my promise to humanity. "
Hipplolyta ca forward and kissed him deeply she sighed softly and carressed his face, " I will miss you dearly, husband. But I understand your responsibility. It's because you are an honorable and kind man that we love you so much. But do keep us in your heart. That's all I ask."
Edward smiled and replied, " You already are."
He waved farewell to them and jumped on Vimana. The golden ship flew up slowly under their gazes and flew away with a bursting speed , vanishing into the Horizon.
anwhile, sowhere far away, there was a cloaked figure watching this and walked away. The person looked tall and muscular, strength emanating from their steps. The person whispered, " So this is the so called strongest human ?"
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