After a while, Gorgo walked to the dressing table and took out a small silver ring from a small box.
That was the token of their marriage.
She approached Leonidas, raised her hand and touched his face, then traced the deep wrinkles on his forehead with her fingers.
"Remember what you promised me?"
Gorgo asked softly.
"What?"
Leonidas' voice also became much softer.
"Come back alive."
Leonidas smiled bitterly: "I'll try my best."
Gorgo heard this and just shook his head: "No."
Then she placed the silver ring on the ring finger of Leonidas' right hand.
"It's not about trying your best, it's about making sure."
"Our son is still too young and he still needs his father's guidance."
When mentioning his son, Leonidas' expression finally showed some cracks.
His eyes fell to the cradle in the corner where their two-year-old boy slept soundly.
You know, for the Spartans, only strong and healthy offspring can become excellent warriors and defend the powerful Spartan city-state.
Therefore, any newborn who does not meet this standard will be regarded as a burden and potential threat to the Spartan city-state from birth.
Simply put, when a newborn is born, he or she must undergo a strict physical examination by the elders.
They will check whether the babies are healthy, energetic, crying loud enough, and whether they have any congenital diseases or disabilities.
If the elders deem the baby "meet the standards", the baby will be allowed to be taken home to be raised.
If it fails the inspection, it will be considered "unqualified".
And this baby will immediately lose the right to live and will be abandoned in the canyon by the elders.
For Gorgo, if their baby could pass the test and meet the representative, he would be able to become a qualified Spartan warrior and a qualified Spartan citizen.
Therefore, both Gorgo and Leonidas found it difficult to accept that the child, who was not yet an adult, was about to be separated from his father.
Not to mention, he is Leonidas' child.
"Our children."
"Sparta needs a qualified heir, I'm afraid..."
Leonidas looked at his child and was not sure whether his child could become a good warrior.
Because he could not teach his children, and in Sparta, to become a real warrior, one had to go through countless hardships and tribulations.
It may even cost your life.
"No."
Gorgo interrupted Leonidas.
"You must believe in your own blood. It's your blood that flows in him. He will grow up to be an excellent Spartan, whether you are by his side or not."
Leonidas stood up and walked to the cradle, looking down at his son cautiously.
The little guy was sleeping soundly, but his pink little face looked particularly soft and fragile under the flickering firelight.
He still needs protection now.
"I entrust him to you, my queen."
Leonidas said softly, and then he looked at Gorgo again.
"Please promise me one thing too."
Gorgo's eyes became firm at this time, because this might be her husband's final entrustment.
"What?"
"If I really can't come back, please make sure he grows up safely."
"If Sparta falls, take him to his aunt's house on Kos, where..."
However, when Gorgo heard this, there was some anger in his eyes.
"Shut up, you can't say that."
"Sparta will not fall, and you will return."
“As for Kos, we will never go there.”
She walked over to her husband and together they looked at their sleeping son.
"We are Spartans, and I, though a woman, am also an honorable Spartan."
"A Spartan would rather die than flee."
"Not to mention, I'm your queen."
Leonidas was silent for a moment, then smiled.
"Yes, we are Spartans."
He reached out and stroked his son's forehead, then turned to his wife.
"Then please promise me that you will take good care of yourself and our child."
Gorgo took his hand, squeezing it tighter and tighter.
"I promise."
"I will teach him as I have taught other Spartan boys, and make him understand that his father, his king, was chosen with great honor."
Leonidas looked at his wife deeply, as if he wanted to engrave her appearance deeply in his mind.
"You always know how to calm me down."
Gorgo turned and picked up a scarlet cloak, carefully covering her husband with it and adjusting it to fit perfectly.
"You are the king of Sparta, but you are also my husband. I will not let you face this alone."
She gave her equipment one last check, then stepped back and examined her husband, now fully armed.
The image of the Spartan king, the powerful warrior, that she was familiar with, returned to her.
Leonidas was not only a mountain at this moment, but also an unshakable opponent.
"You still look perfect."
She spoke softly, even with a hint of sarcasm.
"Just like the day we first met."
The tenderness of memories swept over him, and a smile finally appeared on Leonidas's lips.
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