Alexander was the greatest tyrant in history. His cruel, brutal and vicious reign struck fear in his enemies and allies alike. But that all ended when he was betrayed by his own people and beheaded by his archrival. As Alexander's consciousness faded away all he could think of is all the faults he made, how he could have avoided them, how unlucky he had been, and his wrath and unwillingness to die at the hands of the man he hated most!
But unexpectedly he was given not only the answers to these questions, but also a second chance to right all his many wrongs.


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As per the agreement made with her father earlier today, the eastern princess was meant to enter the hall with us tonight, to both put all the rumours to rest of the nature of the relationship between her and my eldest brother; as well as to send a crystal clear message to all who still doubted it and wished to twist the coming events in their favour, whether they be here, in these halls frivolously masquerading pristine flags of peace, while bloodless wars are waged beneath it's purposefully averted eyes; or elsewhere, be they in far away opulent offices, drinking wine the cost of other, lesser, more honest men's entire yearly salaries, or in some dingy street taverns and brothels, exchanging whispers behind the revolting veil of cheap liquor, the flickering light of a putrid smelling wax candles, and the simple, but enviable merrymaking of common folk.


Chapter 185 - Differences in Decorum and Divinity