Non other than Hippolyta their Queen

Winston watched the doorway as the summoned Amazon stepped into the chamber. He did not know her name or rank. What struck him first and held him was the sheer, overwhelming presence of her beauty.

She was tall and powerfully built, every line of her body speaking of long years of training and discipline. The effect on him was pure, immediate lust.

Long blonde hair fell in soft waves past her shoulders, framing a face of sharp classical features. High cheekbones, full lips that looked made for soft commands and harder uses, and clear blue eyes met his without hesitation or shame.

A golden diadem sat upon her brow as if it had always belonged there. Matching gold earrings hung from her ears. A wide golden torque rested against the base of her throat, centered with a deep blue gem that drew the eye straight down to the heavy, full swell of her breasts.

The white fabric of her gown clung and draped in equal measure. It was cut low and tight enough that the soft weight of those breasts strained against it with every breath, the deep valley between them a clear invitation. The cloth was gathered and pinned at the shoulders by golden discs, leaving the strong lines of her arms and the powerful curve of her shoulders bare.

A broad golden belt cinched her waist, emphasizing the dramatic flare of her hips and the thick athletic thighs beneath the fabric. Muscular arms and shoulders showed the strength of a warrior who had never known softness.

Beneath all that physical beauty ran something harder and older. An authoritative presence settled over the chamber like a quiet command. It was the bearing of a woman long used to being obeyed, a weight of natural rule that demanded respect even as it now submitted itself to him. The overall effect was one of regal sensuality that sank straight into the part of Winston that had always been ruled by his vices. He felt the pull of it immediately: the urge to stare to ogle to admire.

The woman came to a halt a few paces away and regarded him with calm, absolute acceptance.

“You called, my king,” she stated. “I am here. Command me.”

Winston’s eyes stayed on her a moment longer before he finally spoke.

“Who are you?” he asked.

The Amazon met his gaze without flinching.

“I am Hippolyta,” she introduced herself . “I was Queen of Themyscira, though that title is no longer mine," she explained. You are my king now.'

“Among my people, authority is not a matter of preference or debate,” the former queen explained. “It is a matter of honour and divine right. When the gods or the blood of rule pass to another, we are bound by that truth. We do not resist what has been ordained, for to do so would be to betray the very foundations upon which our paradise was built.

“The ruler’s word is law, and the limits of that law are set by the ruler alone. Every Amazon on this island feels that bond, just as I feel it. That is why I came when you called. That is why I will serve as I once asked others to serve, with duty, with clarity, and without reservation. Command me.”

Winston studied her for a moment.

“What does that mean?” he asked. “That the limits of the law are set by the ruler alone.”

Hippolyta did not look away.

“It means exactly what it says,” she stated. “There is no higher court, no council that may overrule you, and no tradition that may stand against a command you choose to give."

"Among the Amazons," the former queen continued. "The one who holds the right of rule decides both the law and its boundaries. If you declare a thing to be so, it is so, and we are bound to uphold it. That is the nature of the authority that has passed to you.”