Hareem of Queen Alessa
Preparation of concubines

A week has passed since the grand wedding of Emperor Alessa and her five concubines, but there has been no sign the Emperor will touch any of them. The ritual of goodnight with a small kiss on the cheeks of the concubines became the Emperor's only love language.

If all this time each head was arguing about who would get the first turn, then now they began to realize this is not a matter of turn. More precisely it was an honor because the Emperor had always placed himself to such a height.

Helios, who often read ancient philosophy books, even mentioned that their first night will not only be turn, honor but also luck.

"The longer I admire the Emperor. The lotus flower in the middle of the lake is very beautiful to look at, but difficult to pick. We can only see that beauty from afar."

Helios's eyes glared. Now he did not even dare to hope that the Emperor would choose him, because he knew he would not be so lucky.

Helios took the quil and his hands began to dance on the papyrus. Sometimes his smile expands, a moment later his face looks serious.

"It's good that you think so Helios, at least you don't expect the first night of the Emperor to fall on you."

Prince Lucas chimed in.

Cain was applying honey that had been mixed with beauty ingredients to Prince Lucas' face. Body and face care like this was common when he was still living in the land of Frank. Now to welcome the first night, Prince Lucas increasingly aggressively make his face look more handsome and charming.

"Did you put a candle on my face?"

Cain giggled at his master's question. She might have put a candle on that handsome face.

"Master, why do you ask that?"

"I know now I feel my face like a mummy. So tight I can't open my mouth."

"You better shut up. If you talk too much, then this beauty potion will break," threatened Cain.

Prince Lucas immediately kept silent and imagined if the potion broke then his face would scatter.

Ohsh! Ohsh!

Prince Jerome trained his physique. From the morning he had warmed up, running around for twenty rounds. He also challenged Darius' men to a sword fight. It was good to channel the passion and excitement that always perched when the Emperor kissed him.

"I don't see Mr. Evandor. Where the hell is he?" ask Prince Jerome.

Prince Lucas, who was not allowed to speak, signaled that Prince Evandor was busy.

"Busy what? Tempting the waiters in the kitchen?" the Sarcas Prince Jerome. Cain. Helios turned away for a moment, reprimanding Cain with the look in her eyes. His concentration was crumbling, even though he was preparing the best poem for the Emperor.

"My son, drink this potion every night." The soft voice of the Queen of Mesopotamia was heard from a special room to welcome the guest of honor.

Prince Evandor is receiving a visit from the King and Queen. His parents were very hopeful that the Emperor could soon become pregnant from the seed of Prince Evandor.

"If the Emperor had your first child, this would be great for the future of Mesopotamia."

"Don't have children. Touched it yet," Inner Evandor.

"Yes, Dad. I can't wait to see the look of my son. He must be as brave as his father. The western region will soon be the birth gift of my son."

Evandor tried to convince his parents that he had done his duty as a husband. The queen smiled thinking her son had now become a real man.

The king signaled the Queen to stay away from Evandor. He whispered something in his son's ear.

"Be careful to drink the ancient potion, for it may be that your emperor will scream and not give you a break."

The king rolled his eyes meaningfully. Prince Evandor was wrong.

"Did you drink it after you married Mom?" whispered.

"With your mother never. I need it before I visit the concubines. That potion can make your strength stronger than ten horses."

Prince Evandor. Crazy one! It's terrible, but it also makes her curious.

"My son's spirit! Seeds from Mesopotamia never disappoint!" The king patted his son on the shoulder.

Meanwhile in the field, Darius was watching the soldiers who were training. Face glum. Somehow Darius was not excited. This marriage that he did not expect was still hard to believe.

"Nothing has changed, Darius. You still have to look after the Emperor with all your body and life" he whispered inwardly.

Slowly Darius stepped back into his room. He often locked himself in his room. Darius rarely gathered with the other four concubines. For him, the Emperor remained the main and most important. The four men were only Emperor toys that he would not have to ignore except the Emperor who ruled over him.

"Where is the Emperor now?" Darius looked around with the corner of his eye.

The wanted are now in a private meeting room with Empress Rhea, and Mr. Cicero.

"My mom was really confused how to set up the first night. Does it have to?"

Empress Rhea smiled at her daughter's question. He was indeed a valiant emperor leading the Aegis Kingdom. But for the sake of the bed, his daughter had no experience.

"My son, the princes are scrambling to be your concubines not without purpose. They carried a large message on their shoulders, which was pinned by kings and elders. One of his goals is to get offspring from you."

"Mother must know my goal of marrying a concubine wasn't for that."

Empress Rhea rubbed her daughter's cheeks. Alessa is still the little princess she loves.

"Of course I know. Your heart is not fully accepting. Every action has consequences, my son. Mr. Cicero will definitely help you."

Emperor Alessa's views turned to the clever and wise Lord Cicero. There is nothing he does not know in this world. His science is vast without limits, his advice is always soothing.

"Your Majesty, what you are doing now is correct. Do not rush to indulge your passions, and think until the smallest thing. Did you know that delaying the night of unification is also a test of patience for the concubines?"

Emperor Alessa actually did not think that far. He just felt not ready, then reasoned to select the concubines. But he himself is confused who to start with.

"We shall see the character of these concubines in the matter of unification."

The union that Master Cicero meant was the unification of the seed of the man in the womb of the Emperor.

Because there are five people, then Mr. Cicero must be more careful to think and weigh from various aspects.

They then engaged in a debate over who would be allowed to plant the seeds first.

"So you think so?"

The emperor hesitated.

"According to the servant, this is the best decision, Your Majesty."

"What do you think of Mother?"

Emperor Alessa knocks on the table.

"Mother agrees with Mr. Cicero's opinion. But you don't have to rush it if you're not ready, my son."

Emperor Alessa thought hard. His forehead creased without him noticing.

"alright. If it's the best, I'll be ready soon."

Emperor Alessa let out a long sigh then exhaled slowly. Tonight he was ready to enter the wedding bed that had been waiting for him this week.

*Quil - quill pens

*Papirus - paper at the time