"Do not dress me in girl's clothes. Find soldiers clothes and come back to me, child," Alexia decided after a very long time of thinking. She address all of her servants as such, but was never allowed to address the slaves in any way. "I will not be thought to be the child of Ares, but do not tell anyone what you have heard unless you wish to be beaten or sold by my father." She looked back to her newest servant with cold and calculating eyes. "Go. Now. Find me men's clothing."
While the request was an odd one coming from a high ranking, military man's daughter, the younger woman did exactly as she was told with the help of servant who helped in the soldier's tents. Never would she question the irrational things her mistress bid her to do, her thoughts had may times been proven wrong in stories she had heard of her mistress. The daughter was seemingly a woman of fable. She was beautiful and strong and men told many stories of her throughout the campgrounds and towns. The servant would never tell her mistress that fact either, nor would she tell of all the men who wished to have her as his wife.
When the servant returned with the clothing and dressed Alexia, she was ordered to retrieve her cloak then call her father to her room. So the servant did as she was told and yet again left Alexia to herself. This time, the young woman sat on her bed, fully clothed and deep in thought, but in the midst of her thoughts the tree in her room turned into a handsome man and immediately grasped her attention. "Who are you?" She asked with furrowed brows as she drew her legs to herself and skittered back on her bed.
The plantlike man neared her and put a long wooden finger to his lips to tell her to keep her voice down. "I am of no harm, and I have a message brought from Olympus to Thetis and now from myself. "Olympus has heard words spoken of you, and it is believed that you, Alexia, may have fallen as a little child. You must prove yourself worthy, and prove that you are indeed the child of the gods before the next moon. But, beware, Hades, the one who pulled you down from Olympus, might have received word that you still live and may look for you while you are venturing on this path. Be wary, young Alexia, you have a dangerous road to explore."
"Might I know who birthed me?" Alexia replied softly. "In the forest's river, the trees tried to steal me, and Thetis tried to carry me away in her current to the sea. The wind has tried to speak to me, the sun warms me, the moon heals me. So many aide me, I have not one set idea of who it may be."
The dryad seemed to smile a sad smile, but Alexia could not tell due to his textured face. "Only Hades may know the answer to that, young one." He replied before quickly morphing back into his original form as a tree.
Moments later, the young woman saw why. In walked her servant who hastily handed her the cloak and wrapped it around her. Not a second went by before her father entered her bedroom. "The girl said you called for me," he announced.
"Father, I wish to practice among your men. I believe, after the event in the river, that I will have to prove my worth. Outside my window I have heard words exchanged of me, stories even. Last night, I awoke to hear a woman at my doorway, gaping over me, saying how she would make me become her son's first wife. She believed me to be a spirit of sorts. Take me to train, Father, to become a warrior like you and your men!" Alexia exclaimed as she stood sturdily. "The wind tells me that the Fates have read my scroll and this is what I must do to live."
"I believe you to be the daughter of the gods, Alexia, and I believe you to be a strong soldier. But I must admit, while your Marksmanship is near the perfection of the gods, your swordsmanship is worse than my newest recruits," the man chuckled and slapped her on the back. "I will have the slaves ready your things. I permit you to bring three servants and be ready when the sun is at its peak." A toothy, proud grin crossed his face. He had raised a toddler who had grown into a beautiful woman and of which might possibly join the gods on Mount Olympus.
"Of course, Father," responded Alexia with the utmost respect for the man before her.
Soon, the man's face sunk. "Alexia, I request you make a profit out of your new servant. She will either birth a child or I will have to use her to pleasure your brothers. If you choose to mate her, then I suggest she and a midwife take up two of your choices," he uttered before leaving her room.
Once his footsteps were no longer heard, Alexia looked to her newest servant who she had chosen as her trophy. "Pick a man, and I will make him yours. I did not want this, but Father's will is law for the time being." Alexia saw the other woman start to argue and shook her head. "You are a beautiful and attractive young woman. Pick a man, and I will make sure you will have him. That is the most I can do for you."
On the trip to the practice camp, Alexia came to know the midwife and her servant a little better. Her servant's name was Reid and she was a beautiful singer. The midwife said she could play the pan flute as if Pan had taught her himself. The midwife had helped over ten women bring more than thirty lives into the world and only a few were taken to the Underworld after cycle of the was only fourteen, and Alexia knew herself that the younger girl was capable of conceiving as she had seen blood on the girl's skirts before. The servant had chosen an older, but very muscular servant as her partner; he still did not know that Reid was the reason he was brought along.
Once the tents were set up, Alexia went into the curtained off tent connected to hers which was the servants' tent and had the midwife tend to her own bedding. She looked up at the tall man, Dreako, and whispered his reason for having been brought to the camp. To make sure a child was produced, Alexia sat down at the edge of the bed and refused the move. "Reid, remove your clothes, same to you," she ordered with a nod to Dreako. At first, the two did not move, so Alexia folded her arms over her chest and stood to a more authoritative position. "Do it, or I will take the girl, remove her clothes and throw her into the soldiers tents myself," growled Alexia. She was unsettled by what she was doing, and even more so by the fact that she was not leaving the two to themselves, but she had to make sure the action happened.
The man was the first to remove his attire in hopes of giving Reid the initiative to do the same. His assets complemented his structure and height, and was plenty for Reid to remove her garments as well. So Dreako took Reid to the bed and kissed her, trying to warm her up to the idea of intercourse. The girl quickly took to the idea, feverishly kissing back, her legs wrapped around his waist and Alexia witnessed them grinding each other before she had to look away to regain her sanity. They were panting so loudly, she was surprised she never heard her father and one of his wives doing this. Then Reid was heard whimpering and Alexia's face flushed dark red as Dreako forced himself into the hot fleshy core of Reid. Dreako was loud as he came inside Alexia's servant, and earned a smack for it. When was about to remove himself, Alexia hit him again. "She has to finish as well," Alexia uttered.
Hopefully the midwife's advice would help at this point. Reid's loud orgasmic moan was cut off by Dreako's hand. Alexia left to find the midwife, who then advised her not to have Reid work the next day. Alexia argued that Reid was not meant to be pampered simply because she was no longer a virgin. The old hag gave half way and told Alexia not to have her work until noon.