Hiera Stories

"If you wanted to touch me you could've just asked, you know Princess." He looked down and smirked at me. Now I'm not saying I'm small. I'm not. I'm 5 foot 8. It's just I look short against him because he's fucking 6 foot 7. My cheeks flushed. "Trust me, I don't." "Whatever you say." "Since Nico is 6 foot 7, his dick has to be huge." I felt like whamming my head into a brick wall. "And why would you think that?" "Because imagine if his dick was tiny. That would just be embarrassing." "It would." "You can see and tell me later." she wiggled her eyebrows.

Cleopatra's roots date all the way back to Ancient Greece. There was a woman. Strong. Smart. Beautiful. Observed by the gods. Sadly, her legacy was lost in the bloodline of Heracles. As one of the only women to fight in the Trojan War, the princess and her lover continued to face every adversity, defying death itself. Hail, Princess Pteryx of Rhodes, Archer of Ithaca. The Iliad. Then the Odessey. Welcome to the Pterygas.