Today, we unravel a tale as old as time--The tale of the warrior, the tale of the emperors, the winners, and a tragic yet a bittersweet love story that spread throughout the globe.
It was the 300 Ad. The city of Constantinople was under the rule of Constantine the I. The city was the major hub for culture, cuisine, art, and trade. Constantinople have had many governors--Though this story covers the legend of a man named Aurelius Trojan. The Trojan prince--Now the emperor's advisor stood by him in court.
15 years ago, he had ruled the vibrant city of Trojantium. The people wholeheartedly praised their ruler. Chanting things such as:
"Our ruler will have it taken care of," vivat la Troja!
Though--On a particular September of 285 Ad-Tragedy struck.
The Mongol raid had left a devastated population of Trojantium. People were massacred, men, women, children, and elderly--All wiped out.
At this very event--Aurelius's pregnant wife--Ekaterina. Who had been locked up as a prisoner of war and was put under viscous torture and burned to death.
Trojan had held her burned frame, his heart bled with hunger--The hunger to take everything from the degenerates who did this to him.
On the same month--He fled and surrendered to Constantine. Who then pardoned his rebellion and took him as one of his men.
Soon, Aurelius won his favor and climbed up to the position of his advisor.
At this very time--The relations with the Mongols progressed. Trojan himself wasn't thrilled--Yet couldn't defy orders.
Many ambassadors were sent.
Banquets were held--Yet this particular banquette stunned him.
300 AD, October 1.
"Please welcome, (Lady) Ludovica Ginevra-The court stood up except for the emperor. He stayed seated as the lady made her way down the soft glow of the grand hall. Her chin was up as she held her head in pride. Her green-Alluring gaze roamed over the men bowing in rows.
Trojan stood--his eyes then fell to her as he froze in place,
(Da Dum*) His pulse quickened with every breath.
K-Katya...?
His voice came out lower than the wind than the wind itself.
He stared at her in utter shock as she then made her way Infront of the emperor and him.
She dipped into a graceful bow as she then turned her head to him. Their eyes locked as time stopped--She smiled easily.
Her cheeks formed the same dimples he had once adored.
"I wonder what your name would be, dominus?"
That was enough to make him snap--he murmured something yet still kept his gaze on her.
He stared at her as the shock was still imminent in his face.
"What is this...?" His heart raced. Is this the way of God rewarding me...? perhaps ...
Ekaterina or Ludovica stood beside him.
Her lips held a gracious smile
--This was her chance...
(The glasses clinked*)
They all then toasted for her.
Her gloved hands clutched the flimsy glass--as her now serpent like gaze fell to her petrified husband.
His eyebrows furrowed as he watched her in a longing yet confused manner. her eyes weren't the eyes before, not the cheerful, fiery tribe girl he knew.
Ekaterina's lips curved in a sly smile...
My one and only...
Welcome to the world of the wicked and the lovers--who would passionately die for the very things they loved! Even if it meant to pit one another into a deeper hole.
Read more to continue unraveling the secrets of City, Constantinople, and lovers who were caught up in the deadly political intrigues of the high Archy.
Will they survive, or will they be crushed under the shoe of cruelty?
Now that's worth a chapter!!
