"Women shouldn't curse."
"Get fucked."

FUN FACT: It is considered a triumph of sorts to not have been immediately turned away when courting the princess but in some way, Nikias remains victorious in being the only one so far to have had her propose the idea of marriage.

PRINCESS OF DICAEA, THRACE

• PERSONAL INFO

NAME: Alexis
AGE: Twenty-three ( 23 )
NICKNAME: Alex
HEIGHT: 5 ' 6
BIRTHDAY: March 19
PRONOUNS: She 、 Her
ORIENTATION: PanEYE COLOUR: Grey Blue
HAIR COLOUR: Blonde
SKIN TONE: Warm Ivory
OTHER FEATURES: Piercings all around the curve of her earsFACE CLAIM: Sabrina CarpenterSPECIES: Demigod
PARENTS: Zeus and Eirene of DicaeaPERSONALITY ( ENTJ ) : Alexis is a mostly pleasant person to be around. Exceptionally outgoing and outspoken and an effortless leader. She’s quick to take charge of projects or groups she is in as she believes herself to be the only right person to do it. Alex can be impatient when she is not in charge. She will find ways to work her way into having control and it can be as subtle of being there for the team and playing a much more supportive and encouraging role to quietly unite everyone under her behind who is in charge, making her a leader in the shadows and effectively undermining the main lead or just outright taking over. If you think too small, have no ambition and can't challenge her in anyway, you aren't worth her time, energy or respect. She'll treat you like a disappointment that's barely worth the time of day.Alexis is a busybody, she just has to know what’s going on. In an environment where clear leadership isn’t needed, she struggles a little bit to know where she fits in but that doesn’t bother her too much. Fluent yapper, she will talk to anyone that will give her the time of day and doesn’t really censor or filter anything.

In the Age of Heroes, before Rome would rise and long after Troy had burned, there was Dicaea—a land neither claimed by Greeks nor Romans, nestled in the rugged expanse of Thrace. A kingdom of warriors, poets, and artisans, its people were said to possess a bloodlust that rivaled even the Spartans, yet with hearts that stirred at the beauty of song and verse.It was in this land that Zeus, king of the gods, cast his gaze. Disguised as Agapios, a wandering philosopher, he walked among the Dicaeans, curious about their dual nature of war and art. Yet it was not their ways that ultimately captured his attention—it was Eirene, daughter of the ruling house, a woman whose beauty was rivaled only by her spirit. Married though she was, she alone saw the wisdom in Agapios' words, and her heart was ensnared before she even knew his true identity. She pleaded for his life when her people wished him slain, and her kindness was rewarded when Zeus revealed his divinity to her on the final night of his stay.Their union bore a daughter, Alexis, a child of both tempest and peace. Zeus, fearing the wrath of Hera, visited only in secret—sometimes in the guise of an eagle, other times a swan, but never for long. As Alexis grew, his visits waned, yet his presence lingered. The winds whispered his name when storms rolled in from the Aegean, and the skies wept when she raged. Though she was no hero like Heracles or Perseus, the blood of Olympus coursed strong in her veins, and with it came authority.From childhood, Alexis was marked by an unshakable will. As an adopted middle child among five, she ruled her siblings like a queen before she ever bore a crown. The Dicaeans, a people who respected strength above all, admired her commanding presence. When she spoke, even elders listened. She was both admired and feared—she could be as generous as the warmest of suns, yet as cold and untouchable as the storm clouds that gathered when she was displeased.Unlike the mortal-born princesses of other lands, Alexis required no introduction to power—she wielded it instinctively, as if it were her birthright. Her father’s domain responded to her moods; when she was amused, the skies were clear. When she was irritated, an electric charge filled the air, raising the hairs on the arms of those nearby. And when she was enraged, the heavens themselves roared in protest.Even the gods took notice. Athena, watching from Olympus, saw in Alexis a mind sharp enough to rival her own. Ares, seeing her hold dominion over warriors without ever drawing a blade, regarded her with something akin to grudging respect. And Nike, goddess of victory, would soon find that fate had a cruel twist in store for her own child.The Heartbreak of Alexis
At seventeen, Alexis believed herself untouchable. No foe could outmanoeuvre her, no courtier could deceive her, and no suitor had ever captivated her enough to warrant a second glance—until Nikias arrived. He came to Dicaea claiming to be a prince from a distant land, a wanderer seeking alliances. Charismatic, brilliant, and every bit her equal in wit and charm, he quickly became the one person who could steal her breath without force.For a time, she knew happiness. Real, overwhelming happiness, the kind that made the sun shine brighter and the world feel a little lighter beneath her feet. Nikias became the axis around which her universe spun, the silent assurance that, for once, she could be more than a ruler—she could simply be a girl in love. The way he looked at her, the way he listened, the way his laughter curled like ivy around the halls of the palace—it was intoxicating, and she surrendered to it wholly, recklessly.She envisioned their future, whispered dreams of shared triumphs and kingdoms intertwined beneath moonlit skies. But love, cruel and fickle, is rarely so kind.The moment of revelation came not with a battle, nor with a divine omen, but in the still, suffocating quiet of a dining hall where she had spoken with nothing but hope in her voice. She had wished to visit his kingdom, to finally stand before his people not as a passing thought but as something real, something permanent. And yet, as the words left her lips, the world stilled. Silence stretched too long, unbearable in its weight.Nikias paled. He did not need to speak; Alexis, sharp as she was, had already understood. The realisation crashed upon her like a tidal wave, wrenching the breath from her lungs, stealing the very air she needed to form words of protest. The truth unravelled like a cruel jest—Nikias was not a prince at all, but a demigod to a man with no station that could match or elevate hers and the son of Nike. His every gesture, every moment, every glance had been a carefully laid deception.Her love had not been enough. He had not trusted her with the truth. If he had, he would have known that pretence was not necessary for her; her own divine lineage was a whispered secret within the walls of the palace amongst only those that knew. To her, that would perhaps have been another point of bonding. However, not only had he fooled her, he had fooled all who laid eyes on him and spoke with him; it made royalty appear weak and so easily swindled. And so, what choice did she have but to make him suffer as she now suffered?The sky darkened, the first warning of her wrath. The winds that had once danced playfully in the presence of their love now howled through the palace like wailing ghosts. Thunder cracked, sharp and unrelenting, splitting the heavens in two as her fury surged. The very air around her trembled as lightning coiled at her fingertips, yearning to strike. And yet, she did not raise a hand against him. No blade, no curse—only the decree that he was to be banished. Never again would his eyes rest upon her, never again would his voice call her name. He had won countless battles, but this—this was a war he had lost.Nikias did not beg. Perhaps he knew it would be futile, or perhaps he too had felt the earth shatter beneath his feet. The last thing he saw before departing was her face—expressionless, cold as marble, and yet her storm-grey eyes burned with a pain too deep for words.Alexis did not weep. Not where anyone could see. But for days after, the skies remained veiled in grey, mourning in silence where she could not.Years passed, and Alexis turned her focus away from love and toward leadership. She aided in governing her people not with an iron fist, but with an unwavering hand. Suitors came and went, but none could claim her heart. Yet as she reached the age of twenty-three, whispers grew within the halls of Dicaea. The time had come, they said, for their princess to wed.Her advisors pressed, her mother gently urged, and yet Alexis resisted. The storm that had raged within her all those years ago had not entirely quieted. Marriage was a bond of trust, and trust, she had learned, was fragile. She entertained suitors as custom dictated, but none could match her wit, her power, her presence. None could challenge her in the way Nikias once had—and none could ever truly replace him.Yet fate is not so easily denied, and the gods themselves watched with curiosity. Would Alexis bend to duty, or would she defy the expectations set upon her? The storm had not yet passed; the winds merely waited, coiled like a predator before the strike.

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