Chapter 902
The Queen Mother was not unaware of the whisper some men in court were trying to feed into Ptolomy's ears.
"Your Majesty, Tibias should belong to us. To Adhan! For a foreigner to take it all for himself… isn't it too much?"
"That deal about Alexander controlling Tibias. It was made under duress! There is no reason we must follow it."
"Yes. Your Majesty, you should take the lands from him."
These types of insane words were being spewed and although the Queen Mother and Pasha Farzah tried their best to quash as many as them down, Ptolomy himself made them sprout even more, for he liked them.
So for now, Seelima would only initiate such sessions to drive up Ptolomy's lust and keep him distracted.
As for how long this could go on, the Queen Mother dreaded to think.
It was among such thoughts that the Queen Mother found a large hand quickly making its way to her large butt, before starting to knead that too.
Then a while later she was completely naked, straddling the man.
"Ahhh! Yes, Your Majesty. So good." The curvy woman's heavy breasts swung wildly as she moved her thick hips up and down, hard and fast, knowing that was how the man under her really liked it.
To be dominated by her.
But at the same time, she also knew that another word that Ptolomy really liked to hear was 'Your Majesty.
She had found that the thing inside her twitched every time she said this, and this soon drove the man quickly towards release.
"Yes! Fill me up. Make me pregnant. Let me bear you a son." And as he then released inside her, the Queen mother screamed so, squeezing her walls ever tighter, as the enticing words made Ptolomy hump his hips harder.
But while his eyes were filled with pure ecstasy as he released, unnoticed by Ptolomy, the Queen Mother's eyes were a deep pool of pitch blackness.
Her wish here was truly genuine.
She truly hoped to produce an heir, as once pregnant, she could then deal with this troublemaker as she saw fit.
But until then she knew she had to bear through it.
Hence as the couple lay side by side, heavily panting due to the heavy workout, Seelima once again urged,
"Remember Ptolomy, it is your elder brother who is our greatest enemy. Not Alexander. Do not listen to that ramble in the court."
It remained to be seen just how of her advice the man actually heeded.
Alexander was up until now naturally unaware of Ptolomy's dissatisfaction towards him.
Instead, his mind was more occupied with the letter that he had sent to Pasha Farzah regarding the twin's hand in marriage with him.
It was officially written in the letter that this was done to 'bring Zanzan and Matrak ever closer'.
However for Alexander personally, it was because he thought this would be the best time to tie the knot.
He had already grown impatient to bed those two cuties, especially with both the ebony beauties growing in beauty each passing day ever since coming to Zanzan.
And since none of them were getting any younger, he decided to use his triumph over Tibias to push the event forward.
He knew the kind of initial shock and awe his victory over Tibias would bring to the Adhanians and thus he felt that it would be the perfect time to capitalize on it.
Hene Alexander was a bit impatient to receive Pasha Farzah's answer.
However some time afterward, Alexander found himself quite overwhelmed with work to remain very expectant over that, as Alexander had to busy himself trying to gain the sworn loyalty of all the nobles of the newly conquered country.
He absolutely needed to get that if he wanted to rule the lands effectively.
And to do that, he of course needed to deal with the biggest and most powerful lord in the land- the royal family.
It was a matter that Alexander had been putting off up until now but knew it was time to finally decide what to do with them.
And to do that he first set up a meeting consulting his lords and nobles.
"They must be killed. Remember one mountain cannot….." And the first one to weigh in was unsurprisingly Lord Theony who was there to repeat his hackneyed stanch, with the man even fiercely slamming his tightened fist onto the table to emphasize his point.
But this only received an anemic nod from Alexander, clearly showing the man was not that interested in it.
It was a move that greatly displeased the man.
However Alexander did not care, as contrary to Lord Theony's almost singular ask, he heard a great deal of voices from other Tibian nobles advocating leniency for the royal family.
Leading them was an aged noble, who seemed to wield much respect of his peers, as he said,
"My lord! The royal family commands great respect among us. I fear killing them will not produce the most optimum result. Dissatisfaction and bitterness are sure to fester in such an event."
"We would prefer if you could find a better, alternative way."
The request was humble and servile, but also laced with threat.
"Oh?" To this suggestion, Alexander produced a hum of pretended intrigue, before sneering the following mock threat,
"Are you saying that if I kill the royal family, you will rise up against me? Didn't you already try that? And what happened?
"You got utterly crushed!"
"So what do I have to fear of you? If you could not stop me then, how will you stop me now? Tell me, I'm interested!"
Alexander's tone was very combative and incisive.
"Yes, that's right!" And thinking that Alexander had truly changed his mind, Lord Theony immediately joined the exchange with much alacrity, swinging his fist and shouting the threat,
"Anyone who tries to rebel against Lord Alexander will be crushed. Their entire fourteen generations will be killed and their lands salted for a thousand years!"
The threat sounded very grand, but it was not something Alexander was actually impressed by.
He had only posed that to test the other side's resolve.
And he would have to say, he would not be disappointed by the reply, as the old man, undeterred by Alexander's seemingly malicious intentions simply pointed out in a wizened tone,
"Young Pasha, please remember that it is very easy to run one's troops through the lands. It is much harder to hold them. Such things will help neither of us."
The man had put a particular emphasis on the word 'young', as the old man here hoped to show the young Alexander the folly of his youth.
"..*Tap*...*Tap*..*Tap...." And hearing this, with a smirk Alexander pretended to be in thoughtful ruminations as if he was seriously weighing both options.
Whereas in reality, Alexander had already made up his mind before coming to the meeting.
This was just a show, a formality, a play conducted to give the illusion of choice to the nobles present.
But since he started the play, Alexander was determined to see it be completed, as he then opened his mouth, "So what would you have me do, my lords? Let me go scot free? Or perhaps even give them back all their territory and have them govern it under me?"
While Alexander posed the last sentence in a sort of mocking tone, it had to be known it was not as absurd as it sounded.
For instance, everyone knows the famous exchange between Alexander the Great and King Porus.
When the latter was defeated at the Battle of Hydaspes and brought before Alexander, he was asked by the victorious general, "How would you like to be treated?"
To which Porus had replied fearlessly, "Like a king."
And so impressed was Alexander by this that he had given the man back all his territories and then installed him as a Satrap of the region.
Now, in fairness, Alexander the Great is remembered for being one of the greatest generals of all time, not as one of the greatest rulers.
So his decision here might not have been the most optimum one.
But such things did happen.
This Alexander was of course not as magnanimous as his counterpart from the legends, hence knowing that Alexander was simply jesting,
"No of course not," the old noble quickly denied so.
And then posed, "We only wish to see the royal safe and well, As for the specifics, we hope that you can have a conversation with them to come to amenable terms."
But Alexander here had a counter, "Oh! But your former king is still unconscious. Who should I discuss the terms with? Or do you expect me to wait till the end of eternity until Perseus wakes up or expires?"
His tone towards the end was mocking.
However, the nobles had already an answer, "In the event that the king is incapacitated, the duties of the realm will fall onto his successor. The Crown Prince is still alive and well, my lord."
And to the proposal, Alexander traced his chin,
"Hmmm. If we do it, then you will all consent to whichever agreement is reached between us?" The man sought confirmation, and as all the nobles nodded and said yes, nobody noticed a pleased glint flash through Alexander's eyes.
Let us say no to piracy! Don't take part in a crime! Don't patronize thieves!
Chapter 902
The Queen Mother was not unaware of the whisper some men in court were trying to feed into Ptolomy's ears.
"Your Majesty, Tibias should belong to us. To Adhan! For a foreigner to take it all for himself… isn't it too much?"
"That deal about Alexander controlling Tibias. It was made under duress! There is no reason we must follow it."
"Yes. Your Majesty, you should take the lands from him."
These types of insane words were being spewed and although the Queen Mother and Pasha Farzah tried their best to quash as many as them down, Ptolomy himself made them sprout even more, for he liked them.
So for now, Seelima would only initiate such sessions to drive up Ptolomy's lust and keep him distracted.
As for how long this could go on, the Queen Mother dreaded to think.
It was among such thoughts that the Queen Mother found a large hand quickly making its way to her large butt, before starting to knead that too.
Then a while later she was completely naked, straddling the man.
"Ahhh! Yes, Your Majesty. So good." The curvy woman's heavy breasts swung wildly as she moved her thick hips up and down, hard and fast, knowing that was how the man under her really liked it.
To be dominated by her.
But at the same time, she also knew that another word that Ptolomy really liked to hear was 'Your Majesty.
She had found that the thing inside her twitched every time she said this, and this soon drove the man quickly towards release.
"Yes! Fill me up. Make me pregnant. Let me bear you a son." And as he then released inside her, the Queen mother screamed so, squeezing her walls ever tighter, as the enticing words made Ptolomy hump his hips harder.
But while his eyes were filled with pure ecstasy as he released, unnoticed by Ptolomy, the Queen Mother's eyes were a deep pool of pitch blackness.
Her wish here was truly genuine.
She truly hoped to produce an heir, as once pregnant, she could then deal with this troublemaker as she saw fit.
But until then she knew she had to bear through it.
Hence as the couple lay side by side, heavily panting due to the heavy workout, Seelima once again urged,
"Remember Ptolomy, it is your elder brother who is our greatest enemy. Not Alexander. Do not listen to that ramble in the court."
It remained to be seen just how of her advice the man actually heeded.
Alexander was up until now naturally unaware of Ptolomy's dissatisfaction towards him.
Instead, his mind was more occupied with the letter that he had sent to Pasha Farzah regarding the twin's hand in marriage with him.
It was officially written in the letter that this was done to 'bring Zanzan and Matrak ever closer'.
However for Alexander personally, it was because he thought this would be the best time to tie the knot.
He had already grown impatient to bed those two cuties, especially with both the ebony beauties growing in beauty each passing day ever since coming to Zanzan.
And since none of them were getting any younger, he decided to use his triumph over Tibias to push the event forward.
He knew the kind of initial shock and awe his victory over Tibias would bring to the Adhanians and thus he felt that it would be the perfect time to capitalize on it.
Hene Alexander was a bit impatient to receive Pasha Farzah's answer.
However some time afterward, Alexander found himself quite overwhelmed with work to remain very expectant over that, as Alexander had to busy himself trying to gain the sworn loyalty of all the nobles of the newly conquered country.
He absolutely needed to get that if he wanted to rule the lands effectively.
And to do that, he of course needed to deal with the biggest and most powerful lord in the land- the royal family.
It was a matter that Alexander had been putting off up until now but knew it was time to finally decide what to do with them.
And to do that he first set up a meeting consulting his lords and nobles.
"They must be killed. Remember one mountain cannot….." And the first one to weigh in was unsurprisingly Lord Theony who was there to repeat his hackneyed stanch, with the man even fiercely slamming his tightened fist onto the table to emphasize his point.
But this only received an anemic nod from Alexander, clearly showing the man was not that interested in it.
It was a move that greatly displeased the man.
However Alexander did not care, as contrary to Lord Theony's almost singular ask, he heard a great deal of voices from other Tibian nobles advocating leniency for the royal family.
Leading them was an aged noble, who seemed to wield much respect of his peers, as he said,
"My lord! The royal family commands great respect among us. I fear killing them will not produce the most optimum result. Dissatisfaction and bitterness are sure to fester in such an event."
"We would prefer if you could find a better, alternative way."
The request was humble and servile, but also laced with threat.
"Oh?" To this suggestion, Alexander produced a hum of pretended intrigue, before sneering the following mock threat,
"Are you saying that if I kill the royal family, you will rise up against me? Didn't you already try that? And what happened?
"You got utterly crushed!"
"So what do I have to fear of you? If you could not stop me then, how will you stop me now? Tell me, I'm interested!"
Alexander's tone was very combative and incisive.
"Yes, that's right!" And thinking that Alexander had truly changed his mind, Lord Theony immediately joined the exchange with much alacrity, swinging his fist and shouting the threat,
"Anyone who tries to rebel against Lord Alexander will be crushed. Their entire fourteen generations will be killed and their lands salted for a thousand years!"
The threat sounded very grand, but it was not something Alexander was actually impressed by.
He had only posed that to test the other side's resolve.
And he would have to say, he would not be disappointed by the reply, as the old man, undeterred by Alexander's seemingly malicious intentions simply pointed out in a wizened tone,
"Young Pasha, please remember that it is very easy to run one's troops through the lands. It is much harder to hold them. Such things will help neither of us."
The man had put a particular emphasis on the word 'young', as the old man here hoped to show the young Alexander the folly of his youth.
"..*Tap*...*Tap*..*Tap...." And hearing this, with a smirk Alexander pretended to be in thoughtful ruminations as if he was seriously weighing both options.
Whereas in reality, Alexander had already made up his mind before coming to the meeting.
This was just a show, a formality, a play conducted to give the illusion of choice to the nobles present.
But since he started the play, Alexander was determined to see it be completed, as he then opened his mouth, "So what would you have me do, my lords? Let me go scot free? Or perhaps even give them back all their territory and have them govern it under me?"
While Alexander posed the last sentence in a sort of mocking tone, it had to be known it was not as absurd as it sounded.
For instance, everyone knows the famous exchange between Alexander the Great and King Porus.
When the latter was defeated at the Battle of Hydaspes and brought before Alexander, he was asked by the victorious general, "How would you like to be treated?"
To which Porus had replied fearlessly, "Like a king."
And so impressed was Alexander by this that he had given the man back all his territories and then installed him as a Satrap of the region.
Now, in fairness, Alexander the Great is remembered for being one of the greatest generals of all time, not as one of the greatest rulers.
So his decision here might not have been the most optimum one.
But such things did happen.
This Alexander was of course not as magnanimous as his counterpart from the legends, hence knowing that Alexander was simply jesting,
"No of course not," the old noble quickly denied so.
And then posed, "We only wish to see the royal safe and well, As for the specifics, we hope that you can have a conversation with them to come to amenable terms."
But Alexander here had a counter, "Oh! But your former king is still unconscious. Who should I discuss the terms with? Or do you expect me to wait till the end of eternity until Perseus wakes up or expires?"
His tone towards the end was mocking.
However, the nobles had already an answer, "In the event that the king is incapacitated, the duties of the realm will fall onto his successor. The Crown Prince is still alive and well, my lord."
And to the proposal, Alexander traced his chin,
"Hmmm. If we do it, then you will all consent to whichever agreement is reached between us?" The man sought confirmation, and as all the nobles nodded and said yes, nobody noticed a pleased glint flash through Alexander's eyes.
Let us say no to piracy! Don't take part in a crime! Don't patronize thieves!
