Herald of Steel

Chapter 901 Response At the Capital

?The concept of a victory parade after a great military triumph was of course present in almost all cultures.

But most did not do anything as elaborate as the celebrations wished by Alexander.

Alexander wanted to copy the Roman style almost step by step and thus sent the appropriate instructions to Cambyses to prepare it.

And as she read more and more of all the things she was asked to complete, the lady also began to understand some of the more nuanced things Alexander had built, such as,

‘…. So that’s why he built that arch around the gates!’ She had muttered to herself in enlightenment.

And then finally closed the letter while muttering to herself, “So much extra work.”

She was understandably a bit peeved at all the more work being dumped on her, but charging herself with the joy of her husband’s triumph, she at last decided to get on with it.

After addressing his letters to Zanzan, Alexander then started to pen more similar letters, this time bound for the capital and others residing in and around the capital.

Alexander had refrained from informing his allies like Pasha Farzah, Lady Inayah, and Ptolomy of his victory till now because he wanted to have his army reorganized and rested in the prior meantime just in case Amenheraft, alarmed and panicked by his great victory, decided to launch a sudden, desperate attack on Zanan to try and decapitate him.

Thus it was nearly two months after his victory at Kalimat that Alexander’s messengers finally reached the capital.

And there the reaction to Alexander’s success was actually quite mixed.

“Hahaha! The brat actually did it. I cannot believe it! The brat actually did it!” The one to be most pleased was unsurprisingly Pasha Farzah, whose loud boisterous laughter upon reading the letter seemed to echo across the entire palace.

It was even to the point that his son Kayvan, who was nearby had burged into the room to make sure everything was alright.

Pasha Farzah’s intelligence network had already hinted at Alexander’s victory but lacked any further details.

He was thus unsure if Alexander had truly defeated Tibias or if it was just one of many victories.

So it was only now that he understood the entire situation, which was that the Tibian royal family had been totally defeated and many of the members subsequently captured.

It was a confirmation that sent the elderly man into boisterous pearls of laughter the likes of which he had not shown for quite some while now as his mind drifted to that incident which now seemed like it was just yesterday.

He remembered sitting behind that very desk, mocking Alexander for even suggesting conquering Tibias and thinking ‘Young bulls really have no fear’.

He had only thought Alexander’s campaign into Tibias would be a lesson in humility.

But now just four years later, it had instead turned into a lesson in triumph, as the young man had seemingly accomplished the unthinkable.

Pasha Farzah was glad such a man was on their side.

It was also because he was buoyed by this news that when in that letter Alexander had expressed also his wish to have his hand joined in marriage with the twins, the old man did not immediately shred the paper into pieces.

Instead, he seriously considered it.

If it had been before this, Pasha Farzah might have made excuses despite Alexander’s accomplishments, as the old man, although very cordial to Alexander, still had some reservations over forming an official kinship with someone of such low birth,

Especially when it came to his beloved granddaughters.

But now that the other side had defeated a king, the grandfather really had to seriously consider.

Thus the elder statesman was left to ponder a lot of things.

While Pash Farzah was very jubilant over Alexander’s win, as was Lady Inayah and her family, far less pleased than him over the news was the embodiment of the royal family himself, Ptolomy, who did not know quite how to feel about this.

On one hand, he was of course glad that one of their longest enemies was no more.

And for it to happen during his own reign meant a great boast to his own reputation.

While it also meant that no more would worry about the southern part of the country prickle his mind- allowing the man to concentrate on other theaters.

Furthermore, with Tibias gone, Alexander’s flanks could be said to have been secured, freeing him to come to the king’s aid if need be.

And lastly, it meant that now he had a proven, powerful general to deter his enemies and to launch attacks against them.

All these were positives. .

But alongside these, he also feared Alexander’s skyrocketing power.

What Alexander had managed to do in just 4 years, transforming Zanzan from a barren backwater outpost to an economic and military powerhouse capable of conquering an entire country clearly showed him to be too dangerous to be kept under the control of the royal family in the long run.

And thus Ptolomy rightly feared what Alexander would transform into if he left unchecked.

And it was these fears that clouded the king from seeing all the benefits that he could have from having Alexander on his side.

The king could be thus heard complaining as such to the Queen Mother in their private chambers where he paced back and forth,

“I heard Zanzan earns more than 1 billion ropals a year in revenue. That’s more than the rest of the country earns combined!”

“And now he has an army to conquer an entire country. Isn’t it too much? Alexander must hand a part of Tibias to the crown as tribute! He must!”

The regal swore in a hardened, half crazed voice.

“…..” While sitting on the couch the Queen Mother had to try very hard to not purse her lips in anger and frustration hearing this.

In much contrast to the great joy and celebration that this good news should have brought her, the last few days had been nothing but bouts of painful headaches.

“Pasha Alexander is one of your strongest allies, Ptolomy. Him defeating Tibias is you defeating Tibias. This is good news. This is very good news. So why are you so upset? I don’t understand!” She repeated the same words she had told him a hundred times before.

Before the buxom lady quickly got up to hug him, pressing the man’s face into her large breasts and urging,

“Do not let the words of those honeyed snakes in the court distract you. Half of them wants to control you, and the other half are really on Amenheraft’s side who wants to overthrow you.”

“Do not listen to them. They just want you to fight with Alexander so that they can weaken both of you!”

As the Queen Mother said this, she began to gently caress his head, lovingly ruffling the man’s hair and trying to cool the man down.

And this seemed to work, as having his face plastered against his lover’s bountiful chest quickly replaced Ptolomy’s ‘anger and indignation’ at Alexander’s success with a far more primal feeling.

The king began to nuzzle his nose against the Queen Mother’s soft breasts, taking deep breaths of the familiar scent through the fabric as he then started to grind his body against her.

“Ahhh! Right now? It’s still daytime!” And sensing Ptolomy’s urges, the royal lady pretended to be coy but quickly consented when she felt a strong hand grip and squeeze her chest, changing its shape.

“Hehehe, okay.” The wheat complexioned woman giggled as she pulled down the upper part of her gown.

And no sooner had those brown melons with a pink cheery stuck on top made their appearance that they were snatched into Ptolomy’s mouth before they started being sucked hard with an audible sound.

“Ahhh! Yes. Good boy. Just like that like. Mommy likes that!” And towards these acts, the Queen Mother was more than pleased to reciprocate.

And no sooner had she said this that there came a very positive response, as the mature woman instantly felt more of her breasts enter the warm mouth, while her other half started to get kneaded too.

Ptolomy had lost his mother at a very early age and grew up under the Queen Mother’s care, where the very first seed of his love for her bloomed.

Hence it really turned him on when Queen Mother presented herself as his mother during these acts.

For an orphan like him, it was like a primal, instinct inside him that was being filled.

“Ahh! That’s right. Here! Mommy is here. Listen to her and everything will be alright.”

And it was exactly knowing that was Ptolomy’s weakness, that the Queen Mother arched her head back and moaned even more salaciously, beckoning Ptolomy to devour more of her soft globules.

But whilst Ptolomy was blissfully occupied in this act of loving him, unbeknownst to him, his partner’s thoughts were very much elsewhere.

Behind the pretended glazed, lustful eyes of the Queen Mother laid a pool of still calmness occasionally interrupted by ripples of irritation as she thought back to how she was finding it increasingly harder to control Ptolomy day by day.

By now it was only through acts like this that the regal woman was able to maintain some sort of handle on him.

This was indeed problematic.

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