15 The Rest is History My Lord.. (1/2)

”Your mother”.

Julius spoke in a low voice, enough for both to hear.

Alexander gasped slightly. His heart felt heavy listening to the two words, his face clouded with strange expressions.

After all this time, after centuries he saw his mother. A portrait of hers.

He tried to speak, but no voice came out of his voice box.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath.

Being the most powerful King of the entire four provinces, yet now he was helpless. He yearned to see his mother, knowing that she's dead.

The Victorious King yearned like a lost kid searching for his mother all around helplessly. The only difference was Alexander yearned for his dead mother.

His eyes reflected a ray of intense feeling of longing for something..... his mother.

Opening his eyes,

”You knew about her?”, Alex spoke calmly, his eyes fixed at his mother's portrait.

”Ye-Yes my Lord”, Julius shuttered. His head bowed and eyes stared at the ground.

”Tell me more about her”, Alexander ordered.