Based off true events tells a story of Roxana, a Bactrian Princess held captive under Alexander the Great. She was always taught to put her country before herself, but is there more to that than what she is told? But as she plans her escape, Roxana...
I didn't know Sibani's motive, but she was the only help I was going to get at this point. We devised to meet at dawn, waiting until the men leave for battle before we act. We planned that during the night, we would sneak around the palace and grabbed all of the weaponry we could find. The only things that mattered was not getting caught in the process.
Dinner had come and I sat in the bedroom awaiting for the arrival of Alexander. The servant brought me white silk skirts and jewels galore for me to wear for dinner. They told me it was a gift from Ambhi. Although I despised the thought of wearing anything that came from that man, I knew I had to as a symbol of respect and gratitude.
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Alexander waltzed in, a tired expression distorting his face as he shrugged off his cape and yanked off his breastplate and the rest of his armor. His tired eyes looked to me, his expression softening. Striding over to me, his hand reached out and gently caressed the side of my face with such love and affection. Without knowing it, I leaned into his touch, savoring it.
"Is something wrong my desert flower?" Alexander questioned, cocking an eyebrow. I shook my head.
"Just worried about you tomorrow," I said with a sigh, "I wish I could do something about it,"
"My Queen, you will do as I say and stay put in Ambhi's keep with the sister wives. I don't want to hear anymore about tomorrow. Is that clear, Roxana?" he said, tilting my chin up to look into my eyes.
I looked away quickly before nodding. A growl erupted from him and he yanked me by my chin to look at him. Rage and passionate anger resonating in him.
"Speak!" he growled.
"And if I don't?" I challenged.
"Still a stubborn woman," he grumbled before grabbing the back of my neck and smashing my lips into his.
Stunned by the sudden action, I allowed his tongue to enter my mouth in a heat of desire. I moaned into the kiss, our tongues fighting for dominance over one another until he won control in the end. In a matter of seconds, I was pushed back onto the bed, the white silk torn from my body. I laid naked and vulnerable before my King, who watched my every movement with lust visible in his eyes. Heat and my arousal pooled between my legs just by looking into his eyes.
His lips roamed and traveled their way across my body. Soft moans came from both of our mouths, both of us in such indescribable pleasure. We both sucked, kissed, and nipped at each other. His lips attached themselves onto my neck in desire, growling. Soon enough, his mouth traveled down to the valley between my breasts. How I wanted to go on doing such things for the rest of the day, but dinner was ready and Ambhi was awaiting our arrival.
"We must go," I whispered to him, letting out a soft moan as he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth.
"No," he mumbled between my breasts. But I wasn't going to take no for an answer.
