Total pages in book: 208
Estimated words: 209645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1048(@200wpm)___ 839(@250wpm)___ 699(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 209645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1048(@200wpm)___ 839(@250wpm)___ 699(@300wpm)
She studied him with intent eyes.
He continued speaking.
“It was some time after the challenge I bested against Trajan when Cassius relaxed his vigil. It was the dead of night and I was in the barracks, asleep. There were five of them. Six with Trajan. The five held me down. Trajan cut me. They would have raped me, but one of my bunkmates was Cassius’s now-lieutenant, Macrinus. He ran to inform Cassius and Cass came with Macrinus, Otho and Nero. Numbers more balanced, the tide was turned, and I did the first thing my father ever expressed disappointment in me for doing.”
“What was that?” she asked, her voice somewhat breathless.
“I cut him as he cut me, and then I took one of his testicles.”
Silence gasped.
Mars spoke through it.
“I did the former in vengeance. I did the latter as a lesson. Man or woman chooses to take cock. It is not forced upon them. King Gallienus was infuriated and called for my father immediately. Papa came, and he was not angry that this occurrence strained relations between two nations, for even Gallienus could see the cuts on my face and he knew his son had acted in a craven manner, without a hint of honor. Both future kings had been disfigured, one more monumentally, but it was Trajan’s actions that made it so. Thus, this was smoothed out relatively quickly. Father was also not angry at the lesson. He was angry at the vengeance. He said vengeance is meted over a lifetime of living above pettiness, and he considered lashing out in anger petty. He said it is the man who walks the high road who sees the best view. The climb to that road is often arduous. But the view is worth it. And regardless, even the climb is better than wallowing in the mud.”
“All I have heard, including this, it is clear your father was, indeed, very wise,” she noted quietly.
She was not wrong, so Mars did not remark on that.
“This is how I got my scars,” he finished.
“It wasn’t just retribution. It was also envy. Prince Trajan sought to sully your handsomeness,” she remarked.
“Perhaps,” he allowed.
“No. He did. I have heard Prince Trajan took after his mother in looks and was not near as handsome as his brother.”
Mars chose to ignore the fact she found Cassius handsome.
Instead, he shared, “His mother was a great beauty. Trajan simply had bad luck and he did not make it better by being interesting or amusing or good-natured and pleasant to be around, but instead he was simply an arsehole.”
“He did not succeed,” she declared.
Mars was confused.
“In being an arsehole?” he asked.
“In sullying your handsomeness.”
At this announcement, Mars growled again and lifted his head to kiss her, but she pulled away.
“Why did you not act before to save the women of Airen?” she queried.
His wife asked this fraught question as a knock sounded on the door.
He called for the maid to come in, and Silence, having begun to get used to being served while naked and abed with her husband, simply pressed up to sitting on a hip and wrapped the sheet around her.
He liked this progression too.
Very much.
The maid put the tray at the side of the bed Silence was not occupying, as had been their wont over the last day, and after asking if there was more required, and learning there was not, she took her leave.
Silence had served his coffee, swallowed down the draught and was nibbling a roll when he addressed her question.
“With Gallienus, and with Trajan, it would have meant war, my queen.”
“Does it not mean war now?” she asked.
“A revolt is different from a war. Especially with strong allies that will significantly decrease the chance of bloodshed.”
“Do you offer women from Airen asylum?”
He did not answer that.
“Mars,” she pressed.
He sighed before giving her what she desired.
“The clans and tribes very much did not want to get drawn into this unpleasantness, my monkey. They will gladly and stalwartly defend Firenze, but they are often embroiled in clan clashes when not united to fight for Firenze, and even if fighting is a way of life, few of them had an interest in shedding blood for another realm’s problems.”
“So, what you’re saying is, you don’t,” she whispered with obvious disenchantment.
“It is known to me there is a secret system that several tribes abet, offering succor and safe travel to The Enchantments, or deeper into Firenze where the dunes spread for many miles and only the most hearty and nomadic of our tribes reside. Once delivered upon them, they take in these women who have escaped, and it is the same as them disappearing from the face of this earth.”
“And you do nothing to stop these tribes from their endeavors,” she said.
“I do not. Nor did my father.”
“And that is all.”
She continued to appear disappointed.