Twins of Egypt

Chapter 11: Dylan's Kiss || Part 1

[[A/N: Dylan is the Welsh God of the Sea. Gwen is Welsh, and she believes in Welsh Gods and Goddesses.]]

[[Alexander || 19 January 17 B.C.E]]

The sun touched the purple gray sky, adding a slight orange tint to the colorful mixture. My long hair and beard was fiercely annoying, and after my morning ride, I would presumably shave it off. I do not understand how the Britons wear beards like this, it is extremely annoying, and whenever I look into the mirror, I imagine my grandfather, the first Ptolemy staring at me. I cringed.

Flamma breathed hard beneath me obviously not as strong as she had been when she was still at her prime. She was still a good horse, only nineteen years old, however, a lot has happened. Flamma came to a slow trollop and i petted her orange mane when we returned to the stable. Her main reminded me of this orange haired woman in Britanna, who owned the most delicate breasts in the entire tribe. Gwen was extremely pleasurable, and did not mind if I toyed with a few other women. I only allowed myself one however. I only allowed myself the red haired lass, who presented herself well to me. Jupiter she was satisfactory. I was careful not to boast of the girl's beauty with Gwen, she would not have liked it. I was an exceptionally good husband to her, and she loved that, and I love her.

I re-entered the mansion and Gwen was already waiting patiently for me by the ionian columns. I gave her a small sweet kiss on the lips, and she countered back with an extremely passionate one. My wife was a great mistress of love, however she could not beat me.

I carried my pregnant wife into our house. Her arms wrapped around my neck and her beautifully shining blue eyes looking into mine. She whispered, "I am extremely happy with you."

"As I."

"We need to go travelling again soon," she coaxed.

"Yes," I kissed her forehead, "when my sister returns."

The doors closed and the slaves dispersed into the kitchen to serve us breakfast. The children were awake and buzzing upstairs. Their nurses would bring them down soon. I let go of Gwen and made her stand in her elegant blue chiton.

"You mean Helena?"

"No."

"Selene?"

"Yes," I nodded and watched the excited children run down the stairs and storm the mansion with large yells and screams of joy. "Gwen I must remove this infernal beard," I separated from her, "make sure breakfast is served and the children are silent." I left her a kiss, and walked upstairs.

Two hours later, I was bathed, oiled, scraped clean and freshly shaven, ready to conduct business. The children were seated on the table just about to eat. I took my seat on the couch beside my wife. I reclined and grabbed at the cheese and bread.

"Papa!" Gormlaith exclaimed from across me. The seven year old occupied a couch of her own and was playing with the bread freshly baked for her. "Papa, I want to go swim, may we go swim!"

The twins Caden and Nicolas who were all but five were fighting each other yet again. I pulled them apart and made one sit in between Gwen and I. I could not tell who I grabbed, but I guessed it was Nicolas. "Nicolas, what are you doing?"

"Papa," he spoke in his faintly Briton accent, "I am Caden."

I mentally hit myself for not knowing the difference between the twins, "I am sorry son," I spoke empathetically, "Why are you hurting your brother?"

"I am not hurting him."

"You bit him."

"No." He whined his his prepubescent high voice.