Soon after the defeat of the Cyreus coalition, a grand celebration banquet was held in the palace of the Macedonian city-state, and the nobles of the city-state who had come to the banquet had already lined up in front of the palace.

After all, everyone can see that with the victory of His Majesty King Philip in this decisive battle, Macedonia's supremacy on the Syrius Peninsula is unshakable.

As the king of Macedonia, His Majesty Philip had become the de facto master of all of Ciris.

It has become the unanimous consensus of the Macedonian nobility to curry favor with His Majesty Philip, or to curry favor with his heir, His Royal Highness Alexander, who has a bright future, and thus to gain his own interests within the entire Macedonian-Syrius system.

And I heard that His Royal Highness Alexander has not yet designated a future empress candidate.

Many Macedonian nobles even initiated their connections within the court, knocking on the side to inquire whether His Royal Highness Alexander had appointed a female companion for this banquet.

The answer was strikingly unanimous: it has been decided.

Who, exactly, has no comment.

Macedonian court, in a lavishly decorated side hall dressing room.

"I'm a little dizzy." Peggy said, covering her forehead.

"Miss, maybe the chest strap is too tight, I'll relax you." The maid immediately understood.

"Sylvia, say it again." Peggy said irritably, "Why do I have to go to that celebration dinner with your highness?" ”

"Because according to the custom of our kingdom, when Your Highness attends royal social occasions, he must be accompanied by a female companion." Sylvia smiled.

"Of course, this doesn't mean that you have anything to do with Your Highness, it's just an ordinary ceremonial accompaniment."

"Then why didn't I choose you to go?" Peggy said.

"The family behind me is a little sensitive." Sylvia still smiled, "In fact, the reason why His Highness chose you is because he sees that you have no background behind you, and you are as clean as a blank sheet of paper. ”

"And His Highness hopes that this celebration banquet will become a purely military celebration banquet, and not a political meeting that will cast some kind of sensitive signal and make other families suspicious and tempting each other."

"For His Highness, such a political struggle is not only boring, but also an insult to the Macedonian soldiers who died in this war."

"I didn't understand." Peggy sighed, "Forget it." Anyway, don't forget what you promised me. ”

"You're looking for the gentleman named Asker, aren't you?" Sylvia smiled and said, "Of course, we will keep our promises. ”

"Please also remember that you are Andrea, a noble lady from the city of Athens. On top of that, if someone asks you for other identifying information, you don't have to say anything, just keep smiling. ”

"It's too hard." Peggy said.

Sylvia:..................

"Is there anything difficult about it?" Sylvia asked with a smile.

"It's tiring to pretend to be a noble lady, and it's even more tiring to smile the whole time." Peggy complained, "Also, since it's a banquet, why don't you allow me to eat!" You have to deal with conversations that may come at any time! ”

Sylvia was dumbfounded.

In fact, just as the female companion of His Royal Highness the Prince at the banquet, countless noble ladies in the whole Macedonian city flocked to it, and the family behind it was willing to spend thousands of dollars to win this precious opportunity.

And the lucky lord in front of him didn't seem to have any concept of this, just kept complaining and whining.

It was as if becoming His Highness's female companion was an extremely troublesome thing for her.

"Please bear with me, after all, the banquet is about to start, and it is not appropriate to change people on the spot." Sylvia could only be patient and reassure her.

Peggy sighed, let the maid tie her hair in braids, and began to puff out her cheeks in the mirror.

Half an hour later, Peggy, dressed in an evening gown, slowly walked to the foyer before the banquet with Sylvia holding her arm.

His Royal Highness Alexander was already waiting there, he was handsome, tall, with a polite smile on his face, wearing a slim military dress, and the whole person looked heroic, even the maid standing next to him was quietly peeking and blushing.

"Your Highness, I have brought your little moon." Sylvia said with a smile.

"Little Moon?" Peggy asked.

"That's the dialect of our hometown, describing a petite girl with fair skin and beautiful appearance." Sylvia explained.

"Thank you, Sylvia." Alexander nodded, and after watching Lady Sylvia leave, he smiled and turned to look at Peggy.

This mysterious girl who suddenly appeared on her landline a few days ago has no family background or social connections, and even if the Ministry of Civil Affairs of Macedonia retrieved permission from the Athens database, it did not find any clues related to her.

It's like falling from the sky.

The royal advisor advised him to stay away from the maiden. However, after all this period of observation, Alexander can already confirm that this Miss Peggy is just an ordinary girl.

She should have been educated by the small burghers, literate and able to write, and have a certain amount of knowledge, but she knows nothing about upper-class etiquette.

There is no scheming in terms of personality, frank and straightforward, and a little temper from time to time, which makes Alexander feel a little novel.

After all, in the royal city of Macedonia, no one who knew his identity and dared to give him a look has not appeared so far.

"Miss Peggy." Alexander politely said, "You look so beautiful today, I think the whole royal banquet will be enhanced by your presence." ”

"His Highness Alexander." According to the etiquette taught by Sylvia, Peggy bowed her head slightly like a lady of Cyris, and then said unceremoniously, "Your face is so powdery that it is very greasy. ”

"Do I have a lot of powder on my face?" Alexander raised his eyebrows and touched his chin.

"Of course." Peggy said, "It's still falling down." ”

"I see." Alexander nodded and said to the maid next to him, "Take me to the bathroom, I want to wash my face." ”

"But Your Highness!" The maid hurriedly reminded him, "The banquet is about to begin!" ”

"It's okay to be late for a while, after all, I won the battle." Alexander was unimpressed.

After a while, Alexander, who had washed his face clean, came back and asked Peggy, "What now?" ”

"It's so much fresher now." Peggy looked at him with a frown, "Still a little sissy, though." ”

She took the ceremonial saber from the pillar next to it, handed it to Alexander, and said:

"Hang it around your waist and hold it down with one hand so it looks handsome."

"So?" Alexander tried to do so.

"Yes." Peggy looked at him, "It's a little manly now." ”

"Is Asker, whom you often mention, usually dressed like this?" Alexander asked casually.

"yes, he's a mercenary." "Of course, mercenaries have to carry weapons with them in order to deal with all kinds of sudden dangers. ”

"But this isn't a battlefield." The maid next to her covered her mouth and smiled, "This is the royal palace of the Macedonian royal city. ”

"What's wrong with the palace, can't there be danger in the palace?" Peggy retorted, "Caesar was stabbed to death in the Senate!" ”

Who was Caesar? The maids looked at each other.

"Alright, alright." Alexander smiled and said, "I've done what you said, Miss Peggy, can you accompany me to the banquet now?" ”

Peggy frowned unhappily, feeling that this man was like dough, and no matter how much she attacked him with words, she couldn't hurt him a bit.

"After this feast, you'll have to help me find Asker." Peggy emphasized.

"That's nature." Alexander nodded in agreement.

In fact, the men he sent had almost searched the entire Thracian plain, and they had not found such a mercenary named Asker.

Alexander flexed his arms gracefully, while Peggy, with an unnatural face, placed her hand slightly on the crook of his arm, and the two entered the meeting hall accompanied by the maid.

As the Macedonian prince and his female companions, the duo was baptized by the eyes of the guests the moment they walked into the venue.

After all, he is tall and handsome, known as the "Golden Aristocrat", His Royal Highness Prince Alexander.

After a brief and appropriate speech, Alexander took Peggy to the top of the table and sat down.

Peggy stared at the pot of crème brûlée in front of her, stunned for a moment, and quietly asked Alexander:

"Can I eat it?"

"Yes." Alexander also whispered to her, "As long as no one finds out." ”

So Peggy picked up the spoon and began to quietly dig into the pudding in the pot to eat while everyone around her was chatting with each other.

Alexander watched her sneaky movements, feeling very amused, and a smile appeared on his face.

After a few moments, his expression was gloomy again, as a well-dressed woman entered the meeting hall accompanied by the maids.

It was his father, Philip's little wife, Cleopatra.

is his so-called "little mother".