Chapter 953 First Triumph (Part-5)
The crowd had definitely never seen a king or any other member of the royalty in their life.
And certainly not one all dressed up in chains.
Thus upon seeing them now, they cheered.
And then swept up by the ongoing spectacle, they took the opportunity to mock and jeer at them to their heart's content, not wishing to miss out on this once in a lifetime chance.
"That's the king? The one that kneeled in front of our lord?"
"He looks so young! No wonder he lost!"
"Hahaha! Hey pup! You grown anything down there? Or is it all smooth?"
"Heh heh! Forget about that! He must still suckle on his mommy's tits!"
As Perikles proceeded through the streets, he could hear such and many more crass words being directed towards him, the taunts stinging him immensely, and causing him to swear in his mind.
Under any other circumstances, these plebs would be little more than dust under his feet, their lives so insignificant that the prince would not even notice if he extinguished tens of them in a single breather.
But now?
Vae e victus- Woe to the vanquished.
Because he had lost, even these almost invisible bugs were laughing and calling him names.
How humiliating!
If the man had been able to remain unaffected even through all this, then perhaps he might have already gained the title of saint.
But the youngest prince was certainly nothing like that.
Thus he gritted his teeth and clenched them menacingly, praying to the ancestor to give him the strength to endure.
And only taking solace in the fact that both his father and eldest brother were spared the humiliation.
And since neither the current patriarch of the family nor his successor was made to perform this rite, the Tibian royal family's honor was still relatively intact.
Because in this time period, the ones in any family that really mattered were these two people.
The others were just extras.
And this was the same thought process that occupied Lady Parthia's mind, as the crowd lecherously attacked the beautiful queen, in words that made Perikles's taunts sound almost refined and sophisticated.
The regal woman certainly had the worst of it, as the crowd rudely pointed and spat,
"That's the queen? *Whistle*, that's quite the ass."
"Hey! Do you think she has an asshole like the rest of us? I heard noble ladies do not need to poop and shit like the rest of us!"
"Of course not you idiot…Ummmm…at least I think not!"
"Asshole or not, I kow she's got a cunt. I wonder how different such a posh bitch feels to pound."
"Heh! All women are the same. Put the slut under this daddy and I will have her squealing like a bitch in heat in no time"
"Hey! Whore! Your husband looks like a wimp. Come to us. We will show you what a real man feels like."
"Yea. I wonder what that ass would look like if it was put in that wall butt. Ahhhh! I might cum just simply thinking about it!"
"Heh Heh. Hey, why are you waking bowl legged? Did our men already pound that cunt. How did it feel? Nice and good I'm sure!"
"*Tsk*, shamelss harlot. Flaunting herself like that. Her pussy must be so wide it whistles every time she walks."
The general populace of this was truly crude and barbaric, saying things no civilized person would ever dare utter in public.
And their current jeer at the helpless women perhaps to some extent went to show that there was indeed some grains of truth as to why the nobles looked down on them.
But Alexander did it anyway because the people, be they saints or devils, loved it.
While for the recipient of these baseless accusations, the curses were so base and degrading that it almost caused Lady Parthia to break out in tears of shame and indignity, wondering what she had done to hurt these people so much.
She had never even heard half the curses being thrown at her.
Whore, slut, pig,... and a thousand different variations all accusing her of being immoral.
When she had never done anything of such sort…. perhaps except one time, but that was an exception.
However, for the crowd, her 'crimes' did not matter.
This was their way of having 'fun', poking at the woman's chastity, and even proudly offering to take her forcefully, which was a crime punishable by death.
And hearing all this, Lady Parthia felt her eye turn glassy with flooding tears, as her heart throbbed painfully.
But she did not cry!
Instead, she bit her luscious lips with the utmost strength, tasking the pain to override her shame even to the point that she even began to bleed from there.
But still, no tears fell.
Because she did not want to give these 'animals' the pleasure of viewing that.
And such a similar thought occupied the youngest princess, who received her own fair share of her curses.
There were the same ones that her mother received.
But also some unique ones dedicated solely to her, especially attacking her hair which was styled into curly locks, actually looking quite stylish in Alexander's eyes.
But the crowd certainly did not seem to share that thought as they barked and hissed,
"Hey, what are you? A brat or a bitch? Why is your hair like that."
"Shameless sturmpet! Like mother, like daughter.
"Disgusting! To have hair like that. Utterly shameless."
"Worse than slaves! Worse than criminals. Worse than animals. A blight to our society!"
"Abomination! Filth! Get out of our sight!"
Somehow, these curses had much more life behind them the the ones thrown at Lady Parthia, since the people were truly disgusted by this style.
Males had short hair.
Females had long hair.
This was almost a universal rule in every civilization centered around the Centra Sea, be they Adhania, Tibias, the region of Thesos, Sybaris, or any of the other powers.
Thus Princess Amelia's new haircut was not seen as a revolutionary concept but as an aberration, a foul, twisted version of nature.
And the princess really could feel the full extent of the wrath of people, making her tiny body shiver and sniffle.
Being brought up in the lap of luxury, she had never faced such widespread condemnation before.
It was even to the point that it was fear, not shame that gripped her, and her face turned pale, shuddering at the thought that at any moment the enraged crowd would stop cursing and simply decide to spill into the streets and kill her themselves, then and there.
For a moment, she even wished she did not understand the newly learned Azhak.
If this was Alexander's way of punishing this unruly princess for her acts, it was certainly a very heavy one.
While in a rare case of simpatico, even the present nobles seemed to agree with the crowd, commenting among themselves,
"The Tibian queen was quite pretty. But why did her daughter choose to cut her hair like that?"
"Mmmmm. yes. Such a shame. I would not be caught dead with my wife looking like that! A shaved peacock!"
"Yes. Truly unsightly. If it were me, would hide her in the deepest cellar, and not even rats see her face."
"Such a shame! I had dreamed of having both of them at one of my parties, wondering how a queen and a princess taste. Now that's all gone"
"Heh! Keep dreaming. The pasha has already made the Queen a temple priestess. And the princess is his concubine. So there's no chance."
"Concubine! Ahh… I mistakenly got excited. I forgot the pasha does not participate in these events. Pity."
The nobles were much more in the loop and knew that none of the Tibian royal family was accessbile to thier pleasure.
They also knew that Perikles was a fake and that this was just a stunt for the general people.
So other than asking themselves why Alexander cared for these plebs, they did not comment much about this young prince.
In the parade, it was not only the three Tibian royal members that occupied the people's sight.
Beucaue follwoign them closely behind were many of the branch family members of the royal family, the ones that had been turned into commers.
They too were similarly dressed in colorful attire and golden chains, flanked by the many defeated Tibian nobles, the defeated and vanquished ones, the ones who had their house destroyed and turned into commoners and even slaves.
The sight of so many nobles being turned to commoners was a shocking sight for the residing crowds, who always thought the word to be synonymous with authority, obedience, and absoluteness.
So to see so many of them fall to Alexander, it once again burned into their psyche the power of Alexander.
"So! So many! The lord is so powerful."
"I … I always believed the pasha to be might. But even so… I can hardly believe it."
"Glory to the pasha! Glory to his rule!"
Seeing the long train of such high level men and women turned the crowd to a feverish pitch.
While the nobles, although much well informed too were astonished by the sheer scale of it.
Reading and hearing about it was one thing.
But seeing it for themselves was a whole another.
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