Prologue 2
Queen Tamara rolled herself off the bedding while her King snored there. It was the same nightly the elder man
comes to his bedding, straddled his Queen and be done with it within a few strokes. It was not his vitality but his
desire to bed many of his consorts before he sleeps. It was his ego at work but the King forgets that he had caught on
in his age. He held a line of children, longer than that of Priam and never had some of them seen the father. Queen
Tamara was not the only Queen there, but she held her position well to claim him last on the bed.
Tamara stepped off the bed and walked to the basin of scented water. There she used the cloth there to wipe herself
of the elder man’ scent before she placed on herself the animal skin over her body. She then took the walk towards
the far end of the palace. The King’ palace was huge with over a hundred chambers of which half were sleeping
chambers. She ignored the chambers there and proceeded towards the open ground of the palace. She approached
the orchard there, and was surprised by the hand that reached for her mouth from behind. She tried to fight back, but
felt herself pushed against the tree trunk. She was pushed against the trunk and then her hands bounded to it. She
then felt her body drawn back at the lower half, and her animal skin removed. Then she felt the familiar thrust by the
captor inside her while the hands mauled her chest.
“Aaron, please don’t …” Tamara protest was unheeded while the lover of her’ continued in the ravishing of her
beauty.
ACT II
SCENE I.
Rome.
Before the Palace.
2.1.1
If there was a need to describe Aaron, it would take a long passage with a flask of wine nearby. The man was born
out from a Princess of a rival clan to the Goths. The clan was named Dark Picts were of darker tone to their lighter
brethren Goths who lived at the fairer lands. The darker Pict resided in the deep forest, but with their smaller
numbers they had remained hidden there. The Goths have hunted them to be slaves and send the warriors there to
retrieve the young ones but their raids yield few results. Aaron was such a child from one of the slaves, but he was
taken in by the warrior who fathered him. The warrior had Aaron bought up like his son, and then trained him in the
art of battle. Aaron soon bought himself to the position of personal guard to the Palace, but it was the arrival of
Tamara that changed his life. He was entranced by her beauty and then soon was seduced by her to the secret lover
of the Queen. She had named him her “hidden Moor”. On that day after their newly acquired freedom and being
guest to the new leader, Aaron took to his responsibility to guard his Queen regardless. She had not been seen for
days and was probably entertaining her new lover in their chamber. It made him envious but inside him, he knew
she did it out of vengeance for her son.
The sound of the goblet dropping to the flooring shook him from his thoughts. He looked to the source of the sound.
It was young Demetrius.
“Come here, young one.” Aaron called on the young son of his lover. The young man had sat on his laps while he
recount great tales once told to him. Such was their relationship, like father to a child. “Now climbed our Tamara to
Olympus' top, safe out of fortune's shot; and sits aloft, secure of thunder's crack or lightning flash.”
One of the fears of the Goths was the wrath of their Gods which came in the form of the thunder and lightning. To
be struck by one was considered as God’s ultimate punishment.
“Advanced above pale envy's threatening reach as when the golden sun salutes the morn, and, having gilt the ocean
with his beams, gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach, and overlooks the highest-peering hills.” Aaron recounted
the words of the Greeks which he was taught when young. He spoke then of the might of great horse Pegasus, once
ridden by Zeus himself. He liked to considered like the horse; free to roam and powerful in its strides.
“So Tamara, upon her wit doth earthly honor wait, and virtue stoops and trembles at her frown.” Aaron remembered
his own lover. Always she was in someone’ arms, but in the end she will return to him for his. He consoled himself
with these thoughts.
“Then, Aaron, arms thy heart, and fit thy thoughts, to mount aloft with thy imperial mistress, and mount her pitch,
whom thou in triumph long.” Aaron’ loin stirred to the thought that only he could ever please the Queen. “Hast
prisoner held, fettered in amorous chains and faster bound to Aaron's charming eyes. Then is Prometheus tied to
Caucasus.”
The great God of Greece was once punished by the greater of Gods, Zeus for he gave the gift of fire to man without
the consent of the Gods. He was bounded to the rock at Caucasus where the eagles fed on his live daily. The liver
will regenerate in the night to be fed once more by the eagles. Such was the harsh punishment of Zeus like how
Aaron had to suffer in thoughts while his lover was implanted by another. When Aaron had his bouts of love with
her, he wrecked his lusts to reach further inside of her that the other had not be able to do so. It was that lust that
made Tamara come to him for her satiation of lust.
“Away with slavish weeds and servile thoughts!” Aaron told himself. “I will be bright, and shine in pearl and gold,
to wait upon this new-made Queen.”
“To wait, said I?” Aaron sighed to himself. He shook his head in disbelief that he was always to wait for her. “To be
wanton with this Queen perhaps may serve me right? This goddess, this Semiramis.”
Semiramis, once the Queen of Babylon who build the walls around it so that the city would be protected from
invasions. She was also accredited as the one who created the chastity belt; for that Aaron smiled at the vile thought
of him comparing Tamara to Semiramis. Maybe she was more of the Armenian legendary who considered her as a
home wrecker and harlot.
“These nymphs, this siren that will charm Rome are Saturday, and see his shipwreck and his commonweal's.” Aaron
smiled at the devious thought. He then saw the arrival of more sons of his lover.
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