The first breath of dawn slipped through the high towers of Ilium, and the city of Troy awoke to a sky painted in shades of rose and fire. The scent of olives and distant myrrh wafted through the palace corridors, and the murmurs of servants stirred behind thick stone walls. In the highest chamber, overlooking the eastern ramparts, Cassandra stood, her eyes wide with the weight of unseen worlds. She had dreamt again. In her vision, fire had poured from the sky. The gates of Troy splintered. The statue of Pallas Athena toppled with a scream, and the streets ran red with the blood of her kin. Cassandra, daughter of Priam, had seen it all in her sleep, and as always, it left her breathless. She dressed slowly, her fingers trembling as they wrapped the belt around her waist. Her hair, the deep auburn of autumn leaves, fell loosely around her shoulders. She moved through the halls of the palace like a ghost, unnoticed by most, a woman both feared and dismissed. Her father, King Priam, ...
The Fall of the Lion: The Final Days of Alexander the Great The sun hung low over the sprawling city of Babylon, casting golden shadows over its towering ziggurats and marble courtyards. The river Euphrates moved lazily under the haze of early summer, swollen with melted snow from distant mountains. Along its banks, torches flickered and sentinels marched in quiet rhythm. Within the heart of the grand palace, Alexander the Great, King of Macedon, Pharaoh of Egypt, Lord of Asia, and conqueror of the known world, prepared for another feast. The hall was vast, lit with oil lamps suspended on chains, their flames swaying gently in the breeze. Cushions and couches circled low tables laden with fruits, meats, and wine from distant vineyards. Generals and nobles—Greeks, Persians, Egyptians, and Bactrians—mingled in uneasy unity, bound by conquest and ambition. Alexander sat at the head of the hall, clad not in a general's armor but in robes of deep indigo trimmed with gold. His eyes—sha...