Today, we unravel a tale as old as time--The tale of the warrior, the tale of the emperors, the winners, and a tragic love story that spread throughout the globe.
It was the 300 Ad. The city of Constantinople was under the rule of Constantine the I Though this story mainly 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 supposed 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 has pardoned his rebellion and took his as his men.
Soon, he 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--But none could prepare him for a particular ambassador.
300 AD, october 1.
"Please welcome, (Lady) Khatun Zolzaya--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 gaze then fell to her as he froze in place, K-Katya...? His voice came out lower than the wind than the wind itself.
His lips curled in a faint smile as he watched her stand in front of him and the emperor.
She dipped into a graceful bow as she then turned her head to him. Thier eyes locked as time stopped--She smiled easily.
Her cheeks formed the same dimples he had once adored.
"I wonder what would 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 ...
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 higharchy.
Will they survive, or will they be crushed under the shoe of cruelty?
Now that's worth a chapter!!