Coretta
My Queen, we won't go without you!
Think about us!
My Queen!
The women and countless maidservants were wailing as they rushed outside. Each one had wrapped a yellow cloth around themselves.
"Don't spare anyone! Attack and take hostage!"
"Make sure to capture all the women in good shape. No one should escape!"
The voices shouted in Macedonian.
I would take Alexander's autograph yesss!
"Loqaquo t- the enemy, they are here," I whimpered, giving him a helpless look.
Ancient men liked that, whether you like it or not. To be seen as a knight in shining armour to the meek women.
Thankfully adrenaline replaced the testosterone, and he looked around terrified. I immediately got up and wrapped my arms around his', hiding behind him. "Save me..." I quivered.
He wouldn't want to leave me alone and above all didn't know what the heck to do, so we just followed them to god knows where.
Through a flight of concrete stairs, we reached the highest spot of the fortress. Making our way from the various secret passages of the palace as the invaders had already entered. Savage and tearing everything apart.
The top section had a long corridor where one side had a screened window, the other was opened, below which was a thorny area.
It was open, head to feet. No barriers, no gates, nothing. Over a hundred feet of height, that had the potential energy jerk inside me.
Through the screened window on the other side, I could see a hunk of a man standing proudly with one of his foot on the now dead Pharaoh's chest. I couldn't get a look at anyone's face, just the lain out body of the Pharaoh. My eyes welled up at the sight.
He was an old man... he deserved nothing but respect.
But who was I to critic? A woman was only a prize after the annexation.
The army general was lying on his knees, his long hair hauled by the man who, I guess, was the master invader. My heart dropped to the floor.
He was not Alexander.
Why is he not Alexander?!
I was so damn chill all this time. What will happen now?!
As if Alexander would've bowed before you and said, I came here for you my love. Let's complete your travelogue now, shall we?
I snorted at the voice inside me. This Cheryl is going to make me a creep like her.
"I hold high prestige about my self-virtuousness," the queen said, sniffing,
"I will not submit myself to them. NEVER!" she shrieked, tears glistening her face.
Next, I know she had kissed the Chanel Paris and thrown it down the hundred feet. The bottle crashed. She followed.
A scream escaped everyone's throat.
"What did you do, my Queen?" they sobbed.
"She has been the greatest inspiration for me," a woman said, wiping her tear-stained cheek. "I will follow her," saying so she jumped down the hard thorny ground.
Another jumped.
Then another.
And another
I stood scared stiff, witnessing the mass suicide. These women were following self-virtuousness, which meant not to come in physical contact with any other men except their husbands. I had read about such practices being followed by the royal women of the past from all over the world. The procedure differed.
Because it was pretty obvious, the men down there would take them as their slaves or wives.
A red hair was crying her eyes out. She was the youngest and a maiden. It seemed she didn't want to join the suicidal brigade as she kept hesitating about whether to jump.
"Loqaquo," she called out softly, extending her arms towards him, who stood with an equally shocked expression.
"I love you, Loqaquo. I've loved you all this time but d- didn't have the courage too-" she sniffed, and I knew his hormones had started to circulate again.
"You don't need to die, my love, we will make through this. We will run away," he ran towards her clasping her arms.
Which horny man like him would leave an opportunity to be with this loveliness?
But he was underestimated, all thanks to self-virtuousness.
"I'm so happy," she exclaimed wiping her tears, "I swore truce to the Queen, my love. I have to follow her but not alone any more," she beamed, and the next moment she had pulled his howling self with her to their inevitable end.
Love at last sight?
R.I.P turns L.I.P
Love in peace
I breathed harshly as one of them had almost dragged me to the edge, yelling what a whore I was to submit myself to the men. In the tussle of freeing myself, I had accidentally pushed her down.
Now her cry would echo in my head for an entirety.
Heavy footsteps thronged the stairs, panicking the hell out of me. I turned in the opposite direction, running from the not so sexy barbarians.
Climbing down another flight of stairs, I went straight before turning sharply to the left. It was a good thing I knew the ways.
Suddenly, a lecherous leech of an enemy warrior spotted me. The look on his face scared me to death.
He was smacking his lips as he took his tongue out to swipe through his upper lip.
I shuddered.
More than my life, I ran for my dignity, taking turns now and then. My heart beat so loud, tears threatening to come at how scared I was to face that maniac.
It looked he hadn't eaten for months
Given his food was women.
Loqaquo was much much better. I miss you Loqaquo!
"Oh Lord! Help please," I wailed, rubbing my fists on my eyes.
My legs ached, close to giving out.
The linen curtain did little to hide me, so I kept running until I entered a very short corridor.
The leech caught up close to me.
"I'll keep you pleased my Mila. Why are you running, huh?" he asked seductively, swinging his sword from side to side.
I gagged inwardly.
Figuring out another way through the corner of my eyes, I swiftly turned to my right, but halted when I was about to collide with the mountain of a person I never knew, already standing there.
The master invader.
Mila means darling in Macedonian.
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Historical Fiction"And... the fifth rule," he came forward, locking me between him and the slab again. "This should be the last time you talked to me like that," he lowered his face to my level, spiking my heart rate further. "Next time you rant on or call me by the...
