Legends of Persia
When Ashley Riveraine jumped at the chance to travel back in time to meet her hero Alexander the Great, she never thought she would end up staying there…
Following Alexander the Great’s army on its journey across Persia, Ashley is walking the knife edge of history. As a presumed goddess, Ashley is expected to bless crops, make sure battles are won and somehow keep herself out of the history books.
Can Ashley avoid the wrath of the Time Institute while keeping the man she loves alive?
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Alexander the Great is on the most difficult part of his campaign. He and Ashley cross the mountains chasing the crown of Persia and seeking their son, Paul, kidnapped by Darius. In Balkh, Alexander stops at the temple of Anahita to worship the goddess and is seduced by Roxanne with the help of her father, the satrap of the area, who wants his daughter to rule.
The next day the satrap, Oxyartes, came calling. The name ‘Oxyartes’ was the one all satraps shared on this part of the river. It was an honorary title given to the ones who guarded the river and worshipped the goddess. I would have liked to kill him. However, mindful of the consequences, I did nothing. Well, almost nothing. I asked Usse for a powerful laxative and put it in Oxyartes’ wine.
I also asked Usse for something that would make me stop hurting and pointed to my heart. He smiled sadly and said that if he had that philtre he would be the world’s richest man. He did give me one of his magic cigarettes and I smoked it. I think Alexander smoked one too, because his eyes were very red and he had the stupidest grin all through the meeting. I sat by his feet, the good little wife, and asked Oxyartes to have some more wine and waited for the axe to fall. It fell. He said that Alexander had defiled his sweet, innocent daughter Roxanne, and the girl was suicidal.
In English, I said, ‘Sweet, innocent Roxanne is an oxymoron.’
Everyone thought I was calling a blessing upon her and smiled happily. Except Alexander, who knew that tone of voice.
We’d had time to talk, though, and he cleared his throat. ‘I, Iskander Philip of Macedonia, do formally ask the hand of Roxanne in marriage. I will come to claim her after I recover the crown of Darius from the perfidious Bessus.’ This was a clever move – if Oxyartes wanted his daughter to be queen he would help Alexander against Bessus. He held all the land on this side of the Oxus, and his protection would be invaluable.
Oxyartes had obviously weighed the ‘fors’ and ‘againsts’ and he smiled an oily smile that made me want to vomit. Instead I said, ‘A toast?’ and poured him more wine. ‘I hope you shit your innards out, you creep,’ I said to him in English.
‘Thank you for your blessing,’ he said.
Alexander hid his face in his hands. He was getting a working knowledge of English.
Jennifer Macaire lives with her husband, three children, & various dogs & horses. She loves cooking, eating chocolate, growing herbs and flowering plants on her balcony, and playing golf. She grew up in upstate New York, Samoa, and the Virgin Islands. She graduated from St. Peter and Paul high school in St. Thomas and moved to NYC where she modeled for five years for Elite. She met her husband at the polo club. All that is true. But she mostly likes to make up stories.
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