favourite faces for favourite mythic ladies: Artemis with Lena Headey
Afternoon sunlight filters down through the canopy and shadows creep across the forest floor. There Artemis waits: Silent. Still. The stag appears and her fingers shift imperceptibly on the bow. Her breathing is quiet: Slow. Steady.
She closes one eye to aim. The stag has no time to react before it’s hit, and Artemis gives chase as it attempts to flee. She loads and fires the second arrow even as she runs. It hits true, straight through the heart, and the stag goes down.
Somewhere high above, Olympus is feasting. Let them banquet. Artemis chooses venison on an open fire and a bed of asphodel beneath the poplars.