A/N : I'm back! Okay, so, I was gonna wait to post this and maybe enter it into the Drabble Wars. But when I have a story turning in my mind, while watching Anne Rice videos on Youtube, yeah, waiting is too much. It's impossible.
So, here it is. My Greekward. Bisexual Greekward.
EPOV
"Your majesty," my servant with black hair and glowing blue eyes spoke; entering my bed chamber and bowing his head in respect, "I regret to inform you that your bed thrall is in bed with an illness and cannot warm yours."
I sighed, my longing to have a beautiful man to hold at night burnt to a crisp. "Very well, slave. Go now."
"Lord," he nodded again and quickly exiting my chamber and allowed me to arise from spending an afternoon in bed, thinking about the kingdom I was to rule after my Father stepped down from the throne.
I had dreamed since I was a little boy about sitting on the massive, gold chair in the main hall. Every time you walked past it or entered the palace it demanded respect and honor. It demanded you dropped to a knee and bow in its presence along with the one that sat in it.
I wanted and needed to have that seat. I wanted to power over my Greek kingdom. I planned on changing everything, taking it into modernization and allow the Greeks to rise from the ashes the Romans had created around us.
My Father had failed and signed for a understanding between us and the Romans. His old age had made him weak.
I had great dreams for the future of Idalium and soon...the rest of Cyprus.
A/N : What do you think? Now, remember that this is my first period fic and I have NO idea what I'm doing and I'm jsut going with what is going on in my head. Review and share, lovelies! I'd love to know what you think.