Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece

"Mother, this belt is too important for you, and I can't want it!" Cynthia realized the meaning behind this belt and hurriedly returned it to Christoya.

"Hold it, I don't need it anymore. And it will continue to bless you, my daughter!" Christoya smiled, and now she is the queen of Dionysia, she has countless wealth, there are Her husband, whom she loves so much, and her clever and sensible children, will completely cut off contact with that past.

Christoia returned the belt to Cynthia, then pointed to the long wedding dress and beautiful robe on the bed and said, "These are given to you by your father. They are the best bought from Persia. Fabric, and let the best weavers in the kingdom embroider for you..."

Cynthia looked at these, her eyes turned red, she hugged Christoya tightly and said excitedly: "Mother, I...I..." There are thousands of words in my heart, but they all choked in my throat. .

Christosia kindly stroked her face and said softly, "Silly boy, your father and I have always regarded you as your own daughter. These things can only express our heart slightly. We are reluctant to marry you out. …Because of marriage customs, adult men cannot enter your boudoir at this time. Your father asked me to say something to you, and he hopes that when you marry the family at Patroclus, don’t treat yourself with arrogance, but rather Do your best to be a hostess, take care of housework, and honor your in-laws..."

Cristia nodded vigorously every time Christopher told her. The two men spoke for a while before Christopher left the room.

Cynthia wiped away her tears and looked at the bed-covered wedding accessories alone, a bit dazed.

At this time, the door opened a small slit and reached into a small head: "Sister."

"Come in!" Cynthia beckoned busy.

Yunis pulled Aviaia into the room.

"Sister, it's boring to stay alone in the house. Let's accompany you."

"Thanks Yunis, you are so sensible!"

"Sister Cynthia, you are married, can we still see you often?"

"Of course, as long as you don't sleep late, I will come back to see you often, Avia."

"Um... I won't sleep late."

"Sister, and me, you have to come back often to see me!"

"As long as you no longer bully your classmates, I will come back to see you."

"How can I bully my classmates?!"

"Sister Cynthia, what is this?!" Avidia, who was sharp-eyed, asked curiously when she saw the chest strap on her side.

"This is..." Cynthia didn't think about how to answer.

Yunice shouted, "I know! I know! This is the beautiful Aphrodite chest strap! Every time my mother and father sleep together, they will take it quietly. I asked Mum, Mum said I am still young and can only wear it when I grow up."

"So where is it worn?" Aviaia was even more curious.

"It's stupid!" Younis patted her breasts, and said to her sister Ivya, "Of course it's under the clothes to protect it. Look at your sister's bulging, I also have one thing here. You haven’t yet. You will have it when you grow up. Then you can use this chest strap..."

Listening to the two sisters talking about the inappropriate topic for children, Cynthia was both funny and blushing slightly, and said quickly: "Younis, Ai Weiya, the sister is about to start wearing a wedding dress. Are you two coming to help your sister? "

"Good!" the two shouted excitedly.

At this time, the door was knocked gently.

"Who?" Younis shouted first.

The person outside the door may not have thought of other people in the house. After a while, he said carefully: "It's me, Croto."

"Yeah!" Yunice shouted suddenly.

"Ah!" Aviaia also called her sister.

"Brother, you can't come in! Mom said, men can't enter the marriage room!"

"That's an adult man." Cynthia tapped Yunis' head lightly, punishing her with little fuss.For her brother Croto, who had grown up since she was a child, she had nothing to avoid, just put the chest strap under the quilt, and then said: "Come in, Croto."

Crotocatax walked into the room with a look of embarrassment, watching Cynthia sitting at the wedding bed with red garlands, smiling at herself, as if he had knocked down the five-flavored bottle in his heart, he couldn't tell what it was like, he coughed. After two sounds, the opening voice was so dry: "Sister... your tonight...wedding, because I want to accompany my father to entertain the elders who come to the wedding banquet in the palace... so I can't join the bridal delivery team... This is my knot... a wedding gift..."

After Crotocatax finished speaking, just after taking out the gift clipped under his armpit, Yunis snatched it over: "Wow, what a beautiful helmet!" Yunis supported it with both hands.

Indeed, this is a silver-white legion-style helmet. Not only is it made more elaborate, but it also adds a lot of ornaments. It looks beautiful and practical. Only the cap is not inserted at the top of the crown. Obviously, it is for its future. The owner does it himself.

"This helmet is for the sister's husband. Listen to my father, he is an excellent warrior." Yunis said, handing the helmet to Cynthia.

"Crotto, thank you!" Cynthia took the gift happily and told him again: "I'm gone, you have to take care of your parents! And... optimistic about these little guys!"

"You can rest assured." Crotocatax smiled reluctantly, and as soon as she answered, Yunice shouted dissatisfiedly: "I'm growing up soon, and I don't need anyone to take care of it!"

The smile on Cynthia's face remained the same, and her right hand tapped again on Yunice's head.

Watching Yunice deliberately cover her head and exaggerately call pain, Crotocatax showed a rare smile: "May Cross be like this helmet to protect him... always love you!" Crotoca Tucks said this with difficulty.

This sentence made Cynthia's tears burst out of the eyes, the bride before marriage was always uneasy, excited and sensitive.She suddenly stood up, walked to Koloto, and gave him a tight hug.

Krotokatax hesitated for a moment, and hugged her gently, listening to her crying, and finally said sincerely: "Wish you happiness, Cynthia!"

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The slave girl came to Christopher and whispered something, and Christopher breathed a sigh of relief.

After the slave girl left, she said to Agnes, who was sitting opposite her, "Crotto took that helmet to Cynthia's wedding room and left soon. The slave girl said he looked calm and nothing special happened. thing……"

"Sister, I'll say it's okay. Little Kro is so sensible and self-controlling. After a while, he will be able to completely overcome the impact of this incident on him, you can rest assured!" Agnis comforted. She said that although Crotocatax’s biological mother was Christosia, Croto was closer to Agnes since childhood, and he was more willing to say to Agnes, including that he liked Cynthia. At first, Agnes first noticed, so Agnes knew the child better.

Christoya sighed: "I hope so. You said, after Croto becomes an adult, shall I find him a relative earlier?"

"Sister, in the capacity of Little Clo, I'm afraid you can't decide this matter." Agnes reminded.She had a deep experience. At that time, she was sent to Turui by her father without any knowledge. Fortunately, Artemis blessed...

"You're right, I'm really worried." Christosia tapped her forehead.Indeed, Croto's marriage involves the stability and interests of the kingdom, and even the Senate will intervene.

"Sister, there is one thing I want you to help me refer to..." Agnes said in a deep voice.

"You said." Kristoa was a little curious.In addition to caring for the child and Davis, Agnes usually has no desires for anything else, and she is rarely seen so cautiously.

"In the past two years, I have been in charge of the main temple of Hera, and I feel that my energy is not as good as before. Now Cynthia is also married. I want her to come to the Temple of Hera to help me and take over the role of high priest in the future..."

"Sister, as you said earlier, the position of the high priest of the Temple of Hera is not something you can decide. You have to discuss it with our husband first!" Kristoa reminded her.

Agnes froze for a moment, then stopped talking.

Instead, Christosia gently covered her face with her left hand, and a deep sigh: "Yeah, we are all old..."

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Accompanied by two younger sisters, time passed quickly, and the night had come. Cynthia even drank two bowls of seafood oatmeal and filled her stomach.

Kristoa came in and took the two little guys.

With the help of the slave girl, Cynthia put on her wedding makeup and began to feel nervous again, because she knew that the team of greetings was coming soon.

Fortunately, many Dionysian families have abandoned the tradition of marriage between Greek city-state citizens. The girls before they were married all met their future husbands in advance.Cynthia has been in love with Patroclus for many years, and she doesn't have to worry about whether her husband looks ugly.

At this time, she faintly heard the noise outside the building, and the close female slave also ran in and said excitedly, "Little Master, here! Come!"

So, Cynthia quickly put on her wedding dress.While waiting, she felt the time was long.

Soon, she heard the door push, and then a familiar voice rang in her ear: "Cynthia, here I come!"

She couldn't help but stood up and held out her hand.

A fragrant fragrance of myrrh lingered between the noses, and the equally well-dressed Patroclusor approached her, took her hand, and led her downstairs.