On a plush terrace, adorned with beautiful flowers and vines, and varied eatables, sat gorgeous women in exquisite robes. Some giggling in groups at the chitchat, while some busy in their own little abode. Embroidering or weaving flower necklaces.

One of the lovely woman was Lola Rose.

"I found you the lipstick Lola," one of the young woman came enthusiastically, waving the lipstick between her fingers.

She held the dried twig between her teeth, swaying it like a cigar, "you see lip-stick," she beamed.

Nothing absurdly common could be said to these ancient people. Cheryl had a mere tongue slip, and the woman had taken it upon herself to create a thing that never existed in the fourth century.

"To colour the lips silly, like her!" Cheryl pointed to an exotic woman who had two kittens on her lap.

Yeah, that lady over there was definitely wearing lipstick.

The old woman's patch of land where she used to work had practically sold her to the concubine's association of Egypt just after Alexander had invaded.

But Cheryl could care less. She was happy to be sold as long as she was being sold to her dream man.

P.S. Lorenzo was a reality man, Alexander was a dream man.

The exotic woman's cute?eyes narrowed onto her as one of the kittens pounced away from her lap and hopped to Cheryl.

It led out a small growl instead of a mewl.

"Aww, aren't you cute?" she moved her hand towards it, but the woman sprung from her seat, glaring. 

"Don't you dare touch it!"

She tossed back her lush, black, braided hair behind her shoulders and strutted to where Cheryl was leaning.

The young woman was panicking at the sight of the cat lady.

"We apologize deeply, mistress. She is new here, her fault-"

"Will you shut up, woman?!" she snapped. "I'll take it from here. You go arrange the gathering of women with the men waiting inside," and the maiden quivered away.

"How many times have I told you Lola, not to stray away from your mama hm," she stroked the not-so-kitten like animal, and it growled again.

Great, I chose animal's name now. Cheryl's face turned beet red at the next question.

"And you are?" the woman raised her brow in obvious irritation.

"Uh Lola?" it always came out like a question when she told the odd name.

God, why it has to be so awkward? Lola, seriously? Why did I choose this name in the first place? Cheryl scoffed internally.

But the name was fantastic.

She didn't know the fact that Lola topped badass girl's name on google search in the twenty-first century.

The woman threw her head back and laughed her heart out. At least she wasn't her fierce self anymore.

Cheryl seized the opportunity. "Your lips look lovely, mistress. If I could have the honour to know-"

"Oh sure, this is beetroot juice mixed with honey, darling. Cinona would bring that for you." She smiled.

"And these babies are cubs, not kittens. That's why I'm wary of them when they near someone. Predatory instincts, you know," she winked.

This woman was rad. She was just like her cubs, fierce from the outside but soft and understanding on the inside.

"Who are you, by the way?" Cheryl blurted out before she could frame a decent way to ask the woman of higher status than her.

She really didn't have enough experience of talking except with men, where her voice dripped like a seductress.

Her bluntness took aback the woman, but she chose to ignore it. "Call me fierce cub."

Her eyes boggled out at the name. That was such an Instagram username for a name in the turned off fourth century.

She saw her breathing calmly from the balcony of the short white fortress of the concubine association.

It was arranged as a gift to Alexander and his army, by important generals of Macedonia and Egypt.

"Why not tigress? You are more like it," Cheryl told cautiously.

"Cubs are more dangerous because they look docile which they aren't," there was a hidden meaning that Cheryl didn't understand.

She turned around to face the wannabe concubine. "The air is so refreshing here, with the smell of wet mud. We didn't have it back in Macedon." she inhaled deeply.

Another hunk of a man strode towards them, and the woman began giggling.

No doubt this woman was as fierce and as docile as a cub.

"You must go now, Lola. Stratos is assigned to you in the room near the fountain hall. I hope you cheer him well," she giggled and shooed Cheryl away as the man came and hugged her from the back.

Standing behind a pillar, Cheryl sighed at the lovely pair in sight. He was her fiancé, in all his muscled glory of a warrior general. Wasn't she lucky to have a fiancé, that too a sexy one?

The newest concubine shook her head.

Time to face this Stratos guy.