He could see his trireme from here, the ship moored at the bustling docks below, its white sails fluttering in the breeze.Ībove him, perched atop the island’s craggy cliffs, was the great palace of Minos. Behind him, the white sands of Crete gave way to the azure ocean, the sunlight reflecting off its calm surface, the calls of seabirds resounding as they circled overhead. With his spear and shield in hand, he arrived at the top of the staircase, the wind that blew in from the ocean rustling the leather strips of the pteruges that protected his thighs. His Corinthian helmet came down over his cheeks and nose, shielding his eyes from the glare, its decorative crest bobbing with each step.

He wore a set of bronze armor that glinted in the light, his ornate cuirass molded into a muscled effigy of a male torso, the metal ornamented with flowing scenes of battle. Leandros mounted the steps one by one, his tanned skin baking beneath the midday sun, his sandals pounding against the hot stone. The story contains fantasy violence and scenes featuring sexual content. This work of erotic fiction is intended for adults only. This work was made possible by the generous support of my Patrons:

Labyrinth Heart by Naiad