Most certainly not!

You walk slowly over to Thanos, your body stiff with anger. The aging man’s head rises to meet your gaze, but he does not leave his seat. “I don’t like to be intimidated,” you say sternly, “especially by cowardly old men.”

Thanos’ guards draw closer but the king holds up his hand to stop them once more; standing up on the other side of the desk and gracefully gesturing to the scroll on the polished wooden surface. “Do we have an arrangement, Queen of the Amazons?”

The silence between you and the king grows. For a long moment, all anyone can hear is the muffled sounds of the diplomats in the other part of the tent, marching of soldiers outside the tent, and your heavy angry breathing. Finally, the silence is broken by the sound of you slowly pulling your mother's blade from its worn leather scabbard. This time Thanos doesn’t stop his men and they pull him back away from his desk before moving closer to you again.

Holding the blade up to where the king can see it you finally respond, “The only thing I want from those bastards is their blood on my mother's sword.” Then quickly before anyone can react you lift the blade above your head and bring it down with one swift and powerful strike, cutting through both the offending scroll and the thick wooden desk beneath it.

Thanos’s guards and your Honor Guard quickly square off against each other but Thanos is quick to call them off. “ENOUGH!”

With your hair matted around your face you glare back up at the man, “As for banning me or my sisters from the battlefield, I would like to see you try.”

“Xira, that is enough!” Atheas is pulling on your arm and the Lord Marshal to steps between you and Thanos. By now the commotion has attracted the attention of the diplomats in the other side of the tent and the low muffled voices are now silent and the curtain separating the small rooms is pulled partly to the side.

“Take her outside!” Raxius commands pointing to Atheas, “Meanwhile I need to have a word with the King of Masson.”

You struggle in your general’s knotted arms as she pulls you away from the king when suddenly, in the heat of the moment Thanos shouts out, “You foolish girl! You are as stubborn as your father!”

Once more the room falls silent as you and your amazons look at the king with dumbfounded looks on your faces. Finally, you ask, “Who are you?”

Thanos lets out a long sigh when he realizes that his temper has betrayed him. Looking around the room at the whispering nobles. “Not here, child,” he sighs heavily, “Too many ears.” Thanos turns to the Lord Marshal with a small bow, “I’m sorry I undermined your authority, Raxius, but the effort had to be made.”

“And what effort was that, King Thanos?” the short-haired general asks sternly.

“I’ll explain once you, myself, and the…not so fair Queen Xira are someplace more private,” he responds still huffing from the excitement.