The Spartan Slave
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Category: Erotica/Historical Fiction
Description: Leonidas, our Spartan hero, is a man of honor. Borne by the fatal, almost irresistible force of love, his judgment is clouded and he voluntarily accepts to become a lowly slave, shorn of all possessions, naked and under the complete control of his sensuous mistress, who is none other than the Queen Mother of Mithir. He does this all for the love of Zarira--the Queen Mother's daughter. How will Leonidas extricate himself from the situation he finds himself in? Will he be able to redeem his family honor and pride and regain his position as the future chief, which is his birthright? Is he doomed forever to be a slave, or can he somehow find a way to set things right? Find out the answers to these questions by reading The Spartan Slave, which is sure to astound, enchant and please you, as the mysterious secret kingdom of Mithir is the most sensuous place on Earth? from the author of THE SPARTAN BEACH BOY.
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2006
eBookwise Release Date: April 2007
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [365 KB]
Reading time: 250-350 min.
"While THE SPARTAN SLAVE might feel like a forbidden read, it is an indulgence impossible to deny ... Alexandros's THE SPARTAN SLAVE is a scandalously decadent portrayal of the mythical kingdom, Mithir. Enigmatic plot twists and sinuous timelines serve to heighten the reader's anxiety, while the sexual exploits of 199 B.C. Macedonia continue to electrify and excite."--Chris, Romance Junkies
In the mountains of Macedonia
Leonidas sat on the worn marble steps leading to the ancient temple of Apollo that night, wondering if what he had seen was the real thing or not. He must be mistaken. It couldn't be her!
This isolated temple up in the mountains was deserted, as it was set far away from the steep trail that led to this spot. A landslide some months ago had made the traditional path to the temple almost impossible to access, except for an intrepid climber like himself. It had taken him well over an hour to negotiate the rubble that covered the route to the temple. When he finally climbed the largest rock that formed an impassable barrier on the trail, he felt a quiet satisfaction. Something cooled the rapid beating of his heart and calmed him a little, as he sat in silence, all alone with his thoughts. He had been so enraged that he had forgotten to take his chlamys made of rough wool. Although the night was getting cold, he did not feel it. His blood was warm and the turmoil he felt within his innermost being distracted him from the chilly wind that blew the leaves against his tall frame as he lounged on the ruined steps of the temple. The gods felt closer to him here, more accessible and nearer to his heart.
How could his mother betray his father, her husband, in such a manner? The wife of the chief of the council was expected to be virtuous and faithful to her husband and set an example to the other women in their community. There were, of course, numerous affairs gossiped about by this or that elder's wife, even among men his age, who led their own separate lives in segregated mess halls or dining clubs--the syssitia. However, none of these rumors had involved his mother yet, and Leonidas thought it would only be a matter of time before her name was bandied about the village, if it wasn't already. Perhaps they did not mention it to his face, knowing his fierce temper and his strength, which had no equal.
Although only twenty, Leonidas felt old, a man and no longer a boy. He now had groups of boys and girls under his care as an iren, the first of many leadership positions he would have to assume. He also had a degree of freedom the other children did not have as he could come and go as he wished, as one of the men. In a few short years, he expected to be married and would raise his own family, with sons who would follow the traditions established in these isolated villages. He was, after all, a descendant of the house of Lysander the shepherd, the founder of their clan and would become the next chief of the council. It was his birthright.
According to Leonidas' family history, the very first Lysander was a peasant who settled in this remote mountainous region several centuries before. He was a son of King Leonidas of Sparta, who fought the Persians in a famous battle near the village of Thermopylae, known for its hot springs.
The great king had stopped by one night at a shepherd's hut on his way to the pass, where he and his famous band of warriors, the Three Hundred, had laid down their lives to the very last man against the invading hordes led by the Persian King Xerxes. Childless, the father of this first Lysander, a mere shepherd, had requested the hero to sleep with his young and beautiful wife so his line could continue. From that time, every firstborn son of the house of Lysander was called Leonidas in his honor and the second son, Lysander, in memory of the shepherd who raised him and told him the stories about his real father, including the ways of the Spartans.
Although only a shepherd, the first Lysander's father was a learned man, having been a slave for many years at the house of a Greek philosopher in Athens. On obtaining his freedom after many years of service, he went back to his homeland in Locris, where he took a wife but was unable to get her with child, despite several years of trying. Hearing of the great king's presence in the nearby temple of Demeter, he accosted him along with his wife and pleaded with the king to visit him in his hut that very night, as his warriors camped along the mountain trail, in preparation for their impending battle with the Persians at the battle of Thermopylae.
It was a fine story, thought Leonidas, who believed it to be more of a legend than anything else, although there was an ancient bronze spear in his father's house, clearly Spartan, which had been passed through in his family for generations. The great king himself had given the spear to the old shepherd, saying that if indeed this union resulted in a son, to give said child this spear and teach him about his father, so that he may know the Spartans and seek to emulate their ways.
Leonidas, as the firstborn, reflected on his own father, who was named Lysander and had been the second son. Unexpectedly, he had become chief of the council when his elder brother died a hero's death in a skirmish with raiders from neighboring Thrace, who sometimes crossed over the mountains, looking for women and gold. Lysander, at the time, was still in training in the syssitia and had not even become an iren.
His uncle, also named Leonidas, had been given a hero's funeral--one still remembered today because of the grand feast that had been given in his honor. The proud Athenians had sent a special envoy to the funeral, bringing a quantity of gold to their village to be given to the family for killing all the raiders; a special gift from the Macedonian king who ruled in Athens. The king had been extremely pleased when he heard the details of the tremendous fight where his uncle had lost his life, and was proud of the Macedonian spirit displayed, according to the envoy who praised his late uncle as if he was the great Alexander himself, cut off in the prime of his youthful life--but bravely.