Chapter 13

The third row consisted of the remaining wives of the princes from noble tribes and high positions. Although the prince did not organize the ranks of the women, these ranks explained unknowingly that his brothers and their wives were not stronger than the purest of Aaron's maidservants.

Only one person had the power to break these ranks, and that was Achil's fiancée, who stood proudly and innocently by the empress.The empress insisted on bringing her, despite Athena's tears and her reluctance for this engagement after hearing that her pure knight and the prince, who had refused to sleep with any woman, had already spent their night with her.

Her father stood in front of the weeping Athena and told her sharply, not knowing whether he was convincing her or forcing her, "You will become the wife of the next emperor, and this whore that the emperor presented to him will be discarded when the emperor falls!..." Then he continued more cunningly, "You are a naive girl, Athena; you don't know the world of men... Achil could not refuse to sleep with her after the Emperor himself presented her! It's not like he wanted that."And now she was by the empress's side in the front row even before her marriage, while the other princes' wives waited three rows behind her.

This privilege had deceived the poor girl, and she began to hear the melodies of her dance as a mythical heroine indeed.

After several rows, our row finally came, the last one. A night's maidservants, or the maidservants of the other princes. Laverna asked me, "What should we prey for?" "The happiness of Rhea and Leo," I replied, and we smiled at each other in agreement, then we quietly advanced with the row of maidservants

.It was a long row, no less than the previous rows, and in front of us were many candles in a straight line. We knelt down and looked at the prince above us.I hated our position, standing in the middle of the row, which made us face the prince... If only all my thoughts had vanished the moment I saw him. He was like a deer, with reddish-brown hair and striking features. He seemed the opposite of Achil's angelic beauty, not like demons... but deer.

He didn't pay any attention to us, placing his hand on his right cheek and looking into the distance, like an artistic painting. My gaze met Laverna's, who smiled in understanding of my fascination, as if it were something inevitable for anyone who met him for the first time.

I moved my hand to light the candle, hoping that the goddess would protect the two brothers on their escape from the devil and guide them towards your light.But I only remember the candlelight in my eyes, and whether I prayed for the goddess to protect them or burn us. The prince immediately noticed these dark emotions in front of him, like the instinct of a predatory animal, as he looked into these empty eyes.

Both Laverna and I had forgotten our promise and were left only with pitch darkness and the candle's fire burning everyone in their minds.He didn't do anything; he was somewhat accustomed to these feelings. He didn't even look at these two little, spiteful lambs.

However, this caught Petra's attention, and she raised her right eyebrow towards this unpleasant behavior. No matter how much she tried to deny it, she loved him more than any other woman and felt more jealous than anyone else, and no other heart responded to this young man's heart.