Herald of Steel

Chapter 960 Princess Camelia Home

Chapter 960 Princess Camelia Home

??The victory party celebrations drew itself deep, deep into the night, as Alexander was forced to meet and entertain all the attending nobles, hundreds of them, with each only slightly altering the same hackneyed praises he had heard a thousand times. all pertaining to praising his exploits and then toasting to his success.

Sure, Alexander had enjoyed the adulation for the first few times.

But after perhaps the fiftieth time, his ears began to hurt.

Worse, he could not even get drunk to drown out these 'noises' as it would have seen as much to impolite.

Instead, due to the sheer number of toasts being made, Alexander's wife Cambyses had the servants switch his drinks from wine to just red dyed water with sugar and vinegar mixed in, just to keep her husband from tipping over.

And even then Alexander had to skip almost the entirety of the feast, only able to have some thick bread and cheese so that his poor stomach did not explode or everything inside him came back up to say hello.

And it was amongst this discomfort that Alexander also had to endure many of the nobles, especially the poor shordars (barons), willing to bend hand over knee just to offer him their daughters, and even their wives and concubines.

A few even assured Alexander that he did not need to take any responsibility and could just sleep with them first to see how they felt.

Then, depending on the experience, he could either choose to keep them or return them.

Alexander scoffed first scoffed at this.

Nothing in this world was free.

And then snorted in disdain at these power hungry pack of wolves, scorning them for their low values.

Although his eyes did momentarily glance longingly at some of the lambs being displayed for the offering, finding one particular woman, a modestly shaped figure with healthy tanned olive skin quite fetching.

But that was only for a few moments as Alexander's interest quickly waned once the lady began to try and tempt him with bold, flirty moves, which made Alexander understand that she must have been very experienced in 'entertaining' guests.

Alexander was not interested in such women.

Thus the Pasha very clearly turned that and all other offer down, politely excusing himself by claiming he was much too tired today after the entire day's triumph.

It was amidst such outward revelry but inward dullness that finally the party was called to pause, at around midnight, much to the man's long sigh of relief.

Also, yes, it was a pause.

Because there was no way the party defeating Tibias was going to end after just one night.

The full itinerary of the celebrations was scheduled to last for an entire week!

So today was just the beginning, the mere spark alluding to the bonfire of revelry that was sure to come.

But even this small respite was still very precious to Alexander.

So after quickly having the guest queen Lady Parthia and her youngest son, Prince Perikles escorted to an opulent guest house reserved for them, Alexander quickly headed back home.

And accompanying his usual family, there were two new additions.

Fabiyana, for whom it was her first time being taken to her home by her husband.

And yes, being Alexander's mistress, his house was her home now.

But perhaps much more importantly, there was Camelia, Alexander's newest mistress.

"This is your house? This… so small.....is your house!"

And it was this cry of absolute shock and incredulity that the princess uttered as her very first words when she stepped out of the carriage and laid her eyes upon the two story bungalow.

It was not even filled with disdain and disgust.

But absolute disbelief.

Like she could not believe she was to reside in this hut.

While hearing this sharp cry Alexander's lips twitched and shook.

Alexander's house was certainly nothing compared to the lavish royal palace the Tibian royal family lived in.

But it was also nothing to brush off either.

Over the years he had done quite a bit of renovation done to expand the premises, and now resembled something like a vacation home for a wealthy elite.

And even if Alexander's house was indeed a hut and a mud hut at that, this was no way a married girl spoke about her other half's home.

Not in this time period at least.

The princess's cry of shock was so loud in fact that it drew the attention of every guard and staff in the vicinity, who all subsequently turned their heads to give her a very chill look.

Even these people who were of much lower station knew this was extremely disrespectful to the man of the house.

While Alexander clenched his fist, really wanting to give the girl a tight slap.

He never raised his hands against the fairer sex and even looked down on those who did.

But he could see how some of them really deserved it.

"*Slap!* Arrogant bitch! Who do you think you are?" His rage was hence a bit smothered by this action from Gelene, whose chest heaved and whose face glowed with anger hearing this,channeling the emotions of the rest of the three.

"Heh, Princess. If you wanted to live in a bigger house, maybe you should have asked your daddy not to burn it down! The bastard nearly burned us to death!" And then, as a large red handprint bloomed on the princess's face, she heard this sarcastic remark from the matriarch of the house, Cambyses.

"Alex, throw this unruly bitch to the stables. Let her spend the night with the horses. Maybe then she can start to appreciate our house."

And she was quickly followed by a much higher pitched, feminine voice, one from Mean, who turned to Alexander to snigger,

And lastly, Ophenia, though not as acrid due to her generally more refined nature, scowled and commented ruefully,

"Tsk! We should have really left you back at the party. There were so many men drooling at you, princess. There is still time you know. We can turn the carriage around. I'm sure they would love to have a real princess participate."

Ophenia did not need to elaborate on what she would 'participate in'.

Even as they were leaving, Camelia had noticed the atmosphere at the party was beginning to change.

Men and women were starting to congregate into small groups of five or six, with the men typically outnumbering women, as they started to touch and fondle each other boldly.

The men's hands roamed over the shapely breasts and large butts of the surrounded women, while the women caressed the wide chests and even the impressive groin of their counterparts, quickly waking the beast up as evidenced by the large bulges.

Camelia even saw some of them starting to kiss the necks, shoulders, and even the mouths of the women.

And once she even thought she saw a totally naked lady surrounded by three men, the noblewoman's white gown pooled by her feet, her hands locked behind her back by a strong man who was locked in a wet kiss with her, while another sucked her exposed breasts and the last one kneeled and dove his head into her groin.

Camelia had been so shocked by the sight that at first she did not even realize what she was looking at.

She thought that she was too drunk and exhausted and was seeing things.

But then once she understood that the party was truly slowly turning into an orgy, her face at first turned pale in horror and then an instant later crimson red, as she quickly lowered her head, deeply blushing.

She finally realized all those stories were true.

Now, the nobles were usually never so blatant in their merriments in front of Alexander, since the latter clearly expressed he did not like them.

But given tonight's venue- a large open field with many, many, dim and dark spots, and various large obstacles, the nobles were presented with a prime opportunity that they were simply unable to ignore.

Thus the usual tussle behind a bush or tree or simply in a corner started perhaps even before Alexander arrived at the party.

And it was not even just cheating couples wishing to get in on the actions.

Like Alexander had been offered, many higher ranked nobles were also offered gifts by their lower counterparts, and many were quite impatient and lustful to have a taste right then and there.

Thus the women had themselves bent over, their gowns and skirts lifted up to their hips, their wet knickers pulled down, their legs spread and then their lovely white asses pounded, while they held their mouths with one hand to stifle any moans.

Or they might be facing the man, one leg high into the air, their upper gown pulled down to reveal their most impressive asset, the twin peaks swaying under the heavy drilling of the spear or having their milk suckled out of them.

The trysts had every sex position one could desire and such acts became so common that most of the serving staff and guards stopped blushing by the midpoint of the party and started to pretend as if the passionate couples did not exist.

But they did exist, and Camelia did notice them, along with the strange sounds along seemed to emanate from all kinds of weird places.

And realizing that she might be subjected to that, her body shivered.

"No.. no! Please!"

Ophenia's threat proved to be a far greater deterrence than Gelene's threat of physical violence.