JASON ARRIVAL

Days passed, and Medea's encounter with the Oracle lingered in her mind like a persistent whisper. She couldn't shake the feeling that her destiny was intertwined with Jason's, the hero from Iolcos. The whispers of the flame within her grew louder, urging her to prepare for his arrival.

One morning, a commotion erupted outside the palace, shattering the tranquil atmosphere. Medea rushed to the balcony, overlooking the bustling harbor. The sun cast its golden light upon the sea, illuminating the majestic ship, the Argo, as it glided into the dock. The sails bore the emblem of Iolcos: a golden ram's head, symbolizing Jason's quest.

Medea's heart skipped a beat. Jason had arrived.

As she descended to the harbor, Medea's handmaiden, Chryse, grasped her arm, her voice low and urgent. "Princess, beware! The Greeks bring trouble. Their tales of conquest and glory often hide darker intentions. Do not be swayed by Jason's charm."

Medea's smile was enigmatic, her eyes fixed on the ship. "Trouble or destiny, Chryse? Only time will tell. Perhaps the whispering flame within me has been waiting for this moment."

Chryse's grip tightened. "Be cautious, Princess. Your heart is at stake."

Medea's gaze never wavered. "My heart is mine to command, Chryse. I will not be swayed by fear or doubt."

On the dock, Jason stood tall, his piercing blue eyes scanning the crowd. His rugged features and broad shoulders commanded attention, drawing the gaze of the gathered Colchians. Medea felt an inexplicable jolt, as if the whispering flame had recognized its counterpart.

Jason's gaze locked onto Medea, and he approached her with purpose. His stride was confident, his voice firm. "Greetings, Princess Medea. I've come for the Golden Fleece."

Medea's voice was measured, her words chosen carefully. "King Aeëtes guards the Fleece well. What makes you think you can succeed where others have failed?"

Jason's smile hinted at determination. "The Oracle of Delphi has promised me victory, with the aid of a sorceress. I've been told that Colchis holds the key to my quest. I will not leave without the Fleece."

His eyes burned with conviction, and Medea sensed the depth of his resolve.

"I have faced the unknown and overcome impossible odds," Jason continued. "I will not be deterred by danger or doubt. The Golden Fleece will be mine."

Medea's gaze met Jason's, and she saw the fire that drove him. The whispering flame within her responded, its warmth spreading through her veins.

Chryse's discreet tug on her sleeve reminded Medea of her royal duties. "Princess, your father awaits."

Medea nodded, her gaze still locked on Jason. "I will speak with my father. Perhaps he will grant you an audience."

Jason bowed, his eyes never leaving hers. "I appreciate your willingness to listen, Princess. I will not leave Colchis without the Fleece."

Medea's smile was a promise. "We shall see, Jason of Iolcos. We shall see."

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