The Heart of Alexander

Chapter Thirty Four- Turning Back

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I lounged on the sofa with the sister wives, listening in on their conversations. Although they had despised Sibani, many felt sorry for her and wept over her. She may had been a hateful woman, but she was still called their sister wife. They did not hate me for my actions. In fact, they welcomed me in just like a lost loved one. I felt at peace, almost like I was back at home. Home.

What was home anymore? Was it my city? My country? Or was it in the arms of Alexander? Or here with the sister wives? I didn't know anymore and I don't know if I ever will.

Sipping her wine goblet, Mandra shook her head, "Why are you so defiant towards Alexander? As a wife, you must learn satisfaction. Honestly, I don't understand the way you think. Your behavior will get you nowhere. We all have a role we must play, and yours is to be a loyal wife,"

Sloshing my drink around in my cup, I shrugged, "Who creates these roles? I have a few things to say to them,"

"We must play our roles, dear. It is who we are,"

"No, the world does not determine my mind for me. Kings are no higher than us and peasants are no lower. We are all just humans created by the same God, made to be equal. Nothing makes one person any better than the other, nothing allows one person to dictate the other. What happened to this world to allow such things to happen?" I asked, catching the attention of some of the women conversing amongst themselves.

"This world is ever changing and with it, I am changing too. I learned many things on how I can influence this world with my power. My husband wants to be remembered for thousands of years while I will most likely be forgotten in the midsts of time. But I know someday us women will become great again. This won't always be our roles and I can promise that with my life," I announced.

The women were stunned by my blunt words, but it was the truth. I no longer wanted to sit in the background, which was why I pushed Alexander's buttons. I wanted him to see that I was just as powerful as he was and I would not be the obedient wife most women tended to be.

"You are truly strange, Roxana, but I have faith your hopes will come true one day. Maybe not today, but someday," Mandra said with a small smile on her face.

Hephaiston barged in through the doors, startling us women. His frustration and lack of sleep was clear on his face, but nevertheless, he still followed his duties as a general. His eyes landed on me and he huffed.

"Come with me. Alexander wants to speak with you in private," Hephaiston said sternly.

I met Mandra's eyes and I could instantly see the worry etched into her face. I softened momentarily for her, taking her hand in mine and squeezing it in comfort. She squeezed back and I nodded before standing and departing with my arm wrapped around Hephaiston's. Waltzing down the halls, I felt Hephaiston's eyes lingering on me.

"Is something bothering you?" I pondered.

"Your Majesty, you are unlike any woman I have ever met," he said with a shake of his head.

"I am no different than the rest," I said modestly.

"I beg to differ," he said and a wave of silence came after that until it was too unbearable for the both of us.

"What do you have to gain from pestering Alexander earlier?" Hephaiston blurted out from his mouth.

"Am I the only one you think that will gain anything?" I countered.