The Rise Of An Empire In Ancient Europe-Chapter 110: Georgilos’s Happiness

As the first rays of dawn illuminated Amendolara, the city stirred with a peculiar mix of anticipation and reflection. The matchmaking event had concluded the day before, leaving behind a wave of newfound hope among its participants. Among them was Andrea, a woman whose tale of loss and love had found an unlikely hero in Bagul, a Lucanian warrior. Yet, amidst her unfolding story, another quiet narrative was taking root—a tale of unassuming happiness that would shape the heart of Amendolara’s future.

Andrea’s Secret

Last year, when Thurii’s army suffered a crushing defeat in Lucania, Andrea’s cries were not of grief but of relief. While other women mourned the loss of their husbands, Andrea shut herself away, her tears a mixture of sorrow and liberation. The death of her cruel husband marked the end of years of suffering and the beginning of a fragile hope for peace.

But her reprieve was short-lived. The Lucanians invaded Amendolara, reducing its people to captives. Andrea and her son were no exception. Her beauty did not go unnoticed, and a Lucanian warrior, eager to curry favor, brought her to Bagul, the successor to the tribal chieftain. When Andrea first laid eyes on the towering figure of Bagul—his wild hair, fierce features, and imposing stature—fear coursed through her veins. She braced herself for the worst, lamenting her misfortune.

Yet, the wild man before her did the unexpected. In halting Greek, he comforted her, telling her not to be afraid. While the rest of Amendolara’s citizens were confined to the temple, Andrea and her son were allowed to remain in their home, under Bagul’s protection. Each day, Bagul personally brought them food and ensured their safety. His actions were kind, steady, and free from the cruelty Andrea had known all her life.

Over time, Andrea’s fear gave way to admiration, and admiration blossomed into love. Compared to her late husband, Bagul was a paragon of care and tenderness. His fierce exterior hid a gentle heart, and for the first time, Andrea felt truly valued. Their bond deepened, and one night, she invited him into her room. From that moment on, they were inseparable whenever he was home.

When Bagul confided in her about the tribe’s plans to retreat to the mountains after their defeat, he asked if she would follow him. Her decision was not easy, but the thought of leaving him was unbearable. She agreed.

On the night of the mercenaries’ assault on Amendolara, Andrea watched the fierce battle unfold from the mountaintop Zeus temple. Her heart pounded not for her fellow citizens but for Bagul. When she saw him fall to the charging mercenaries, her world seemed to shatter.

Juleios’s Reflection

Juleios listened to Andrea’s story with measured calm. The tale of a forbidden love between a Greek woman and a Lucanian warrior might have moved others, but as a politician, Juleios was focused on the larger implications. Andrea’s plea for Bagul’s life was not just a matter of compassion; it offered an opportunity.

The Lucanian captives presented a complex problem. Their mere presence stirred deep resentment among the old citizens of Amendolara, many of whom had lost loved ones in the Lucanian invasion. To release them now would incite outrage; to execute them would squander a chance for reconciliation. Juleios needed time—for grief to fade, for new families to form, and for the seeds of unity to take root.

"Do you understand the implications?" Juleios asked Andrea, his tone firm but not unkind. "If you choose not to marry a new citizen, your land and property will be managed by the city-state until your son comes of age."

"I understand," Andrea replied, her voice trembling with desperation. "I am willing to donate my property to the city-state if... if you ensure that Bagul is alive and treated well."

Juleios’s sharp gaze softened. "The captives are unharmed, including Bagul. He was injured but not gravely so. I will confirm his status and arrange for you to see him."

Andrea fell to her knees, her gratitude spilling over in a torrent of words. Juleios, ever the strategist, turned his thoughts to the wider implications. The captives included not only warriors but also elders, women, and children. If the soldiers could marry Lucanian women, it would weave a web of kinship that might bind the two groups together. His plan for "defeated assimilation" had gained another thread.

Georgilos’s Happiness

While Andrea’s story was steeped in drama, another story unfolded in quiet simplicity. Georgilos, a young officer, found himself unexpectedly swept into a new Chapter of his life.

Standing in the corner of the matchmaking square, Georgilos had no intention of participating in the day’s chaos. His subordinates had dragged him there, hoping to break his shy demeanor. But as he watched the crowd with detached amusement, a woman approached him directly.

Her name was Dania, a woman of thirty who had been married twice. She introduced herself with a calm confidence that caught Georgilos off guard. "I’ve chosen you," she said plainly. "Will you be my husband?"

Stammering and uncertain, Georgilos could only nod. He followed her to the registry like a man in a dream. Dania’s straightforward demeanor contrasted with his timid nature, but her warmth and decisiveness made him feel at ease.

Dania led him to her home—a large courtyard halfway up the hill. The house was well-kept, with a whitewashed wall, a central pool adorned with flowers, and a marble statue of a maiden that made Georgilos blush. She guided him through the house, introducing him to her slave, Ibia, and ensuring he was comfortable.

"You’re the master of this house now," Dania said with a smile. Her words struck a chord in Georgilos, who had always felt like a wanderer. For the first time, he felt a sense of belonging.

That night, as they shared a simple dinner of bread and olives, Dania spoke of her hopes for the future. Georgilos, buoyed by her confidence, shared stories of the Senate meeting and the city-state’s plans for recovery. By the time the stars blanketed the night sky, they had formed a bond that promised to grow stronger with time.

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