Hippolyta says there must be a pecking Order

Hippolyta pivoted on the balls of her feet, the sudden shift cutting off the others before a syllable could escape. She closed the distance between he and Winston with a grace that seemed to bend time itself, her lips finding his with a quiet, devastating certainty. The moment their mouths touched, a spark ignited, a current that arced between them, electric and undeniable.

Those lips of her were soft, pillowy, and impossibly warm, pressing against his with a hunger that was both tender and demanding. He could taste her, sweet and heady, like the first sip of a fine wine, rich and intoxicating. Her tongue slipped past his lips, claiming his mouth with a slow, deliberate exploration that left him breathless.

Her hand settled on Winston's jaw, her thumb tracing the line of his stubble, grounding him in the moment, anchoring him to the reality of her. The kiss deepened, her lips moving against his with a rhythm that was both familiar and intoxicating. He could feel the warmth of her breath, the softness of her skin, and the firmness of her grip.

When she finally pulled back, the space between them seemed to hum with the energy of their kiss, charged and alive. Her gaze was heavy, molten gold and adoration, stripping away the title of Queen to look at the man she had chosen. It was a look of profound, settled love, the kind that saw neither ruler nor subject, only the lover in her arms, the man she desired above all others.

“My lord husband,” she stated, voice quiet enough for Winston alone at first, then clear enough that the others would hear the substance of it. “They are yours now, as I am. Consorts and companions under your law. That means there must be order among them, greater and lesser, so that none forget their place and none compete without rule. You may settle that hierarchy yourself if you wish it. Or, as your consort and regent, I can handle these matters for you.”

A faint, fond smile touched her mouth soft lips.

“I would love to handle them for you,” she informed him . “You have only just taken up the weight of this island. Let me arrange the household of your heart in a way that serves you best. Tell me only whether you want the ordering from my hand, or from your own.”