Hareem of Queen Alessa
Library

Aegis Palace

“Long the lifespan of His Majesty the Emperor,” Lord Atalla entered the Emperor's office. The Emperor happened to be on his own because Darius had not come back since making the Emperor a cover letter.

“Mr Atalla...” The Emperor intertwined his finger on the table. “There's something?” the woman deliberately asked, as if she did not know if it was only the man who had not given the letter of the candidate for concubine candidate from Aegis.

“Hamba... has not provided a letter containing the data of the son of the servant,” replied Mr. Attala.

“Why not? Is it because you are sure your Son will be chosen?” the Emperor's sarcasm made Lord Attala's face stiffen deathly pale.

Mr. Atalla shook his head quickly. “Bu, not so Your Majesty.. son of the servant..

“So, she doesn't want to?” Emperor concluded.

Mr. Attala was completely cornered. If only his son could be like any other man who would willingly approach the Emperor, crawl if necessary. Unfortunately it was only hope, Helios was too shy to just greet His Imperial Majesty. If you are not tempted by great power, Mr. Attala is better off waving a white flag. “Not unwilling... ah.. This is Your Majesty. I beg you very much do not cross my son from the list.”

The Emperor began to grow angry, Mr. Attala as if to invite him to joke that is not at all funny. “How can I cross out if the data is not there?”

“Dia... would like to directly meet the Emperor. He wanted His Majesty to directly pick him up,” Lord Attala lowered his head. Dare not lift his face. Luckily there was no Darius. If there was a man, saw Lord Attala force the Emperor to persuade his son to marry. Darius will not let even the office of Lord Attala be equal to him.

“What did you say?” The emperor got up from his seat.

“Although Your Majesty.. Please give an exception to the son of the servant,” Lord Attala is still trying to persuade the Emperor.

“He is not a prince, just a noble under my feet. He dares to rule me?”

This time the middle-aged man did not duck anymore. But, prostrate. Kneel down with trembling body. “It is not like that Your Majesty.. I beg you to forgive my servant and son of the servant.”.

The Emperor looked at Lord Attala who was standing before him. A father to rest like this only for the child. For a moment the Emperor remembered his father. The woman gave a rough breath.

“If it wasn't for the chief advisor proposing your son as the best candidate, I wouldn't want to follow your will.”

Lord Attala looked up to hear the Emperor's words. The Emperor signaled for Mr. Attala to rise from the floor.

“What does he like?”

“Which she likes?”

Emperor nodded. Mr. Attala also remembered something. “Helios really likes books!”

“Tell him to come to the Palace Library. Picking him up doesn't mean I came to his front house ‘ right? I just got close to him first.”

Mr. Attala understands. He obeyed the Emperor's orders with great gratitude. “Thank you Emperor for your generosity.”

***

The Residence of the Minister of Defense.

Geck, Tok, tok!

“Mr Helios!” a servant knocked and called out to the black-blinded man who was writing on his study table.

Helios stopped his activities and got up and walked to the door.

“What's up?” ask the waiter, after opening the door.

“Someone from the palace asked the Master to come, he said on the orders of the Great Lord,” is obviously a servant.

“Dad?” Helios frowned.

The waiter nodded.

“Alright, have that person wait for me. I'll get ready!” his orders.

“Good sir,” the waiter left.

Helios tidied up the sheet she was writing and put it in a drawer. After that he changed clothes with a better one. As a sign of respect for his father who was a minister in Aegis. Of course the appearance of supporting someone, Helios learned royal manners even though he had not lived in the palace. Karma dress and how to eat. Helios was really acting like a real noble.

As he descended to the lower floor of his house he saw two friendly smiling advisers. Helios greeted me with courtesy. “Yass.*”

“Yassas, Mr. Helios. We came to pick you up,” said the two advisors together.

“What happened something?”

“No Master, let's go,” pinta one of the advisors.

Helios could only nod and follow the advisors from behind. But before that he paid his mother first. “Wait a minute,” he said holding back the second step of the advisory.

The young man walked into the kitchen. There was his mother who was making bread for cena* later. “Mother, I'm leaving. Dad told me to come to the palace,” he said while peeping one of Mother's cheeks.

“You haven't eaten yet, son!”

“Let's go when I get home from there, I'll take over some medlar as stomach advocate.”

“Baw as much as you want,” said the Mother.

Helios smiled and picked up 3 almost rotting medlar grains. A unique fruit that can be eaten when it is rotting. Fruit that existed only in those days.

***

Aegis Palace

Helios rode on the horse-drawn carriage and stared with interest at every road he crossed. Helios loved the sight of humans gathering in a market-like environment. There was no difference between nobles and commoners. The one in power is the merchant. If that merchant won't sell his goods, no matter who you are, you can't force it. It was the rule that Emperor Alessa made when he ascended the throne.

The emperor tried to apply the peasants who directly sold their crops to the buyers in the absence of second and third parties. So that farmers can enjoy their efforts without pieces due to irresponsible people. Aegis is only asking for a small fee for security taxes. Their guard was obtained from the palace directly. Darius' men touring the patrol kept the market situation under control.

A very bold and brilliant thought in the eyes of Helios. Added to the gift of beauty that the woman has. Complete already the figure of Emperor Alessa makes Helios forget the Goddess of his puja, Goddess Aphrodite.

Arriving at the palace, the advisor led him to a place he had never been to. He felt a little strange because the direction was not towards the office of the father.

“Are we not wrong way?” ask Helios.

“No Sir, Mr. Attala asks you to wait for him where we are headed now,” said the adviser.

Helios asked no more and followed where the advisors were until they stopped at a very large and magnificent golden door. Width up to 2 meters.

“This?”

The counsellor opened the door and let Helios enter. The man came in and gasped at that very moment when his net caught a neat row of large book cabinets and many in the room. Wood that was harvested when it was half a century later carved, used as furniture objects of high quality.

The ceiling of the room is made of glass that reflects sunlight illuminates each side. The glittering makes it even more beautiful. Helios was fascinated by everything.

Not long after the presence of someone surprised him even more. Helios froze to the point of not being able to look.

“and men will provide for him, many offerings at his place of worship. And since these things are three, so too will humans sacrifice the perfect hecatombe for you at your party every three years.” A poem known to Helios. The man was finally able to stare at the figure that had replaced his idol all along.

“Hymn Homer?”

“You know?” The emperor smiled charmingly. Helios looked down respectfully.

“Long life His Majesty the Emperor.”

“You are very smart, not everyone knows the hymn. Worth all the advisors asking me to make you a concubine, Helios do you mind?”

“Hamba not worth to refuse.”

“Then why should I pick you up?”

The Emperor's words embarrassed him not to play. Not that he was insolent, he was simply unable to face the Emperor. “Because I can't just call you Your Majesty.. You are too Noble..”.

“Sweetie, are men's lips really this sweet?” The Emperor touched Helios's still-down cheek. He brought the red face to stare at the Emperor's blue bead. “If so, tomorrow you already have to be in the palace. Following our various wedding preparations, do you understand?”

Helios could not answer. I can only nod stiffly because I am nervous.

“Good son,” the Emperor also gave a kiss on the cheek of Helios.

Tbc.

“Yassas.*” greetings greeks

cena* meal time between noon to afternoon