SEVERUSMAX
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326 BC.......Susa, Persia.
Sarpedon wasn't too thrilled with Alexander's new edict that he take a Persian bride, but at least he was able to continue his life of helping garrison and administer the former Persian capital. Granted, he hadn't seen his Macedonian wives, Callisto and Phoebe, in more than a decade, and he couldn't be sure that they weren't sleeping around on him. Then again, what did he care? He was unlikely to see them again anytime and he hadn't liked them for more than their supple bodies and good birthing hips, both of which had ostensibly made fine daughters (where were his sons?) for him. Sarpedon had plenty of whores and catamites to please him, so he wasn't against bedding Persians.....far from it.
But to marry one? Wasn't that beneath him? And Macedonian kings, while powerful and autocratic, in the company of their soldiers tended to treat them more as equals, not require them to take brides. Worse still, in Susa, the new Macedonian satrap, advised by Persians, had taken to handpicking the brides for the men to prevent delays and help impoverished widows of Persian noblemen find husbands instead of turning them into whores. Sarpedon wasn't sure that he approved. In his book, the widows should be made to whore for their new masters, shouldn't they? They were lucky not to be enslaved, as was the old way.
No, fundamentally, it was the lack of choice that infuriated Sarpedon, and he was not going to forget it. Still, now that the decision was made, there was no stopping it while Alexander lived and his chosen satrap ruled. And he was now set to meet the woman chosen for him......
Nervously, rather grumpily, with soldiers standing by him supposedly to guard him as with other bridegrooms, probably to kill him if he refused to marry his betrothed, Sarpedon awaited outside the house of the widow's father, steeling himself to do the deed at least until he could safely divorce the bitch. He didn't count on any affection whatsoever......lust, sure, but this was a Persian noblewoman, a mortal enemy of Macedon and Greece, and Sarpedon wasn't about to forget that.
Sarpedon wasn't too thrilled with Alexander's new edict that he take a Persian bride, but at least he was able to continue his life of helping garrison and administer the former Persian capital. Granted, he hadn't seen his Macedonian wives, Callisto and Phoebe, in more than a decade, and he couldn't be sure that they weren't sleeping around on him. Then again, what did he care? He was unlikely to see them again anytime and he hadn't liked them for more than their supple bodies and good birthing hips, both of which had ostensibly made fine daughters (where were his sons?) for him. Sarpedon had plenty of whores and catamites to please him, so he wasn't against bedding Persians.....far from it.
But to marry one? Wasn't that beneath him? And Macedonian kings, while powerful and autocratic, in the company of their soldiers tended to treat them more as equals, not require them to take brides. Worse still, in Susa, the new Macedonian satrap, advised by Persians, had taken to handpicking the brides for the men to prevent delays and help impoverished widows of Persian noblemen find husbands instead of turning them into whores. Sarpedon wasn't sure that he approved. In his book, the widows should be made to whore for their new masters, shouldn't they? They were lucky not to be enslaved, as was the old way.
No, fundamentally, it was the lack of choice that infuriated Sarpedon, and he was not going to forget it. Still, now that the decision was made, there was no stopping it while Alexander lived and his chosen satrap ruled. And he was now set to meet the woman chosen for him......
Nervously, rather grumpily, with soldiers standing by him supposedly to guard him as with other bridegrooms, probably to kill him if he refused to marry his betrothed, Sarpedon awaited outside the house of the widow's father, steeling himself to do the deed at least until he could safely divorce the bitch. He didn't count on any affection whatsoever......lust, sure, but this was a Persian noblewoman, a mortal enemy of Macedon and Greece, and Sarpedon wasn't about to forget that.
