Herald of Steel

The morning meeting of that day thus ended relatively amicably with the following decision made- to deploy Alexander's soldiers around the streets leading to the Margraves's mansion as a way to deter the rioting mob from doing anything ill advised, such as trying to assault the mansion

But they were to do it in a way that would not aggravate Lord Parker.

Although for Alexander that was more of a suggestion than an actual condition.

But still, at least with this, they had managed to determine their preliminary course of action against the shrewd play and build sbasic defenses.

Alexander was really glad he had brought his legion with him and not just his few hundred bodyguards.

If that had happened, Alexander would have either obediently bent the knee and started sucking on Miss Linda's milky breasts just like she had wanted, thus throwing Lady Miranda to the sharks in a heartbeat.

Or he would have tucked his tail between his legs and ran, taking the very next boat out of Caira, and returning to Zanzan even if he were to brave the rough seas.

Keeping your word was important, but keeping your life was a thousand times more so.

And perhaps Lady Miranda perceived it too, which was why after administering this 'first aid' to the current situation, she quickly stood up to offer that they should celebrate, lightly swinging her arm and inviting the trio,

"My lord, Your Highnesses… I'm sure none of you had breakfast. Apologies for calling you so suddenly. It was urgent."

"So please cjoin us now. We have prepared a great feast to help sate your hunger!"

Lady Miranda was perhaps even more right in saying the three were hungry than she could have ever realized.

Because not only had her three guests not eaten their morning meal, but they also had vigorously exercised with each other the night prior, for hours at an end.

The two women were made to twist and turn their hips in all sorts of different ways, lifting and moving them as their master had desired.

While Alexander had inarguably a much harder job, having to fill the two insatiable ladies till his tanks emptied out.

At least the women could rehydrate' themselves.

Thus with almost dried up balls, the man was actually much more famished than the two women,

"Later!" However, Alexander was currently in no mood to calmly sit down and break bread with them.

One because the sudden bleak turn of the entire situation had him riled up too much and he felt like going on a walk and having a clean, breath of fresh air to clear his head.

And two because there were a million other things he needed to do. Things of the utmost importance that he wanted to finish as soon as possible.

Thus curtly excusing himself, the young lord rapidly left the parlor ignoring all of Lady Miranda's courtesies, then and immediately rendezvoused with the men in their camp, entering the palisade premises with loud, hurried steps,

"Remus! Where are you, Remus? Who has seen Remus?" He started to call out boisterously as soon as he entered the place, rapidly whirling his head to try and spot the commander of his current army.

"Ale…. My lord, what's wrong?" And this hurried call, combined with his haggard and agitated appearance was quick to draw a few astonished cries from the surrounding soldiers, especially from the ones who were in his original mercenary group and personally closer to him.

However, although well meaning, Alexander was in no mood to chat with them, for twas of the essence.

Thus, when the commander failed to make an appearance before him, Alexander instead made the journey himself, finding his way to the largest tent situated in the center of the ground.

There, it did not take more than a few snaps from Alexander to produce a slightly disheveled, clean shaven lean man, whose clothes all were scrunched up and he walked with an unsteady pace, as if he was still groggy due to being just woken up.

The sight of which instantly irritated Alexander because it was already quite late, almost 10 am.

This might not seem too late to a modern person, but when people here usually got up at the crack of dawn, this meant that Remus had basically slept through half the day.

And then to add to Alexander's irritation, as Remus lifted the tent flaps to make his way out, Alexander was given a good glimpse of what was inside there, where he was able to spot quite a few limbs and bodies writhing and moving about, all seemingly bare and all too muscular to be of the fairer gender.

It was clear that the young twenty year old had done the prior night, and with how many at that.

And it was a view that greatly added spice to Alexander's already displeased mood.

He was not disapproving of the act due to the gender involved, but because where they were doing it and with whom.

Remus was the general, out here campaigning, so why was he fraternizing with regular soldiers?

This was something disastrous for morale and strictly prohibited by Alexander as he feared such familiarity with the men would make them not respect the higher ups when the tcame.

And lastly he was very peeved that Adhnaia's rotten prurient culture had begun to rub off on the impressionable twenty year old, as evidenced by just how many he was sleeping with.

The sight in that tent last night must have been truly something extraordinary, and the sound coming out of it out of this world.

It seemed Alexander was not the only one enjoying his there in Caira.

But the difference was that he was a lord while the others were soldiers, and they played by completely different rules.

This was also clearly understood by Remus, and thus glancing at Alexander's sour, frowning face, and knowing he had broken military regulations, he could only give the commander in chief an awkward, sheepish smile as he lowered his head in shame.

And credit to Remus, this indeed worked as Alexander's indignation was at least soothed a bit seeing the boy had realized his mistake and did not try to make any excuses.

And thus Alexander decided to skip the chewing out for a later date, for he had much more important matters to attend to.

Thus in a very snippy tone he imperiously dictated, "Remus! Get your ass together and have the army ready within the next hour. Station the men across the nearby streets leading to the mansion. And block anyone from entering or leaving. The talks here have broken down."

"!!!" For the still sleepy Remus, this was like a bolt out of the blue, as the half lidded general immediately shot his eyes open the moment he heard this, semi wondering if he was still in bed, and dreaming.

When he had heard barking out in front of his tent, he had assumed he would get to hear a lot of different things.

The most likely of which was a torrent of increasingly expletive swears wringing him out for what he was doing.

Something that he dreaded.

Because this was not the first tRemus had been caught doing such a thing.

Back in Zanzan, Alexander would regularly go on random patrols around the camp, just to see what the soldiers were doing and catch many in various acts that violated many of the military discipline.

Be it drinking, gambling, loitering, playing with dice, and the worst infraction of all, having a relationship with another soldier.

An act so severe that it could be punishable by death- although it had not yet been implemented even once.

Most soldiers would get fined, severely caned, or given the worst menial jobs, such as cleaning the men's latrines.

And this was also how Remus was usually punished, as he was infamous for his amorous love for the men.

The boy knew it was wrong and even openly admitted to it, but he really could not stop himself. It was like a drug to him, a weakness.

Thus when he was also caught doing today, he dreaded what his lord was going to do.

Because even Remus would admit he had let himself enjoy a bit too much last night.

But when Alexander decided to skip the punishment and informed him of the current situation, Remus half wished he was instead caned, as his face subconsciously grimaced.

'Aren't there more than 20,000 men?' The thought echoed in his mind, as he somewhat stammered out in confusion, "Wha…

what?"

This slow response was finally enough to drive Alexander's patience off the edge, as finally having had enough of Remus's tardiness, he boomed in a voice that threatened to blow off the entire camp, "Get the men ready and take control of the streets! NOW!"

It was so loud and furious that not just Remus, but all the soldiers in the close vicinity jumped out of their shoes in fright before immediately running off to complete what they were being asked to do like their asses were on fire.

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