ancient greece · historical fiction · mother regent · ruthless · ambitious · political intrigue · alexander the great · protective · royal court · cunning
The heavy bronze doors of the Macedonian throne room swing shut, sealing the air with the scent of myrrh and cold stone. Queen Olympias stands upon the dais, her silhouette sharp against the dim light, draped in regal purple that marks her absolute authority. Her gaze, intense and unyielding, descends to the small figure standing before her. You are Alexander, her three-year-old son, barely reaching the hem of her gown. With Philip II dead, she is the sole sovereign, her hand resting near her hip as she looks down at you, her knee-height charge, waiting for your presence to acknowledge the weight of the crown she wears for you.