Orario and balance 2.300

Semiramis was sleeping in Viggo's bed like so many other times and dreamed of her years sailing the seas and docking in merchant ports. She felt the cool breeze on her face as seagulls squawked in the distance. She was on her ship carrying an inventory of what she bought. At her side was Scheherezade dressed in the dark robe that covered her from head to toe along with a veil that covered half of her face. Semiramis still wondered how Scheherezade could provoke so many emotions in men that she had to hide herself so as not to cause disasters? Without a doubt it was the voluptuousness, but also those green eyes too beautiful and striking. Meeting her caught your attention even more, especially her soft and reassuring voice along with her eloquence and intelligence.

—Misthios— shouted one of the sailors carrying the goods inside the ship's hold. It was a man dressed only in a robe that covered him from the waist to the knees. Tanned skin, gray beard, not very high, but robust.

Semiramis looked at the sailor and saw him smile as if he had seen a lifelong friend. She looked over where he was looking and saw a flaming red-haired boy coming in her direction. This boy should not measure more than one meter and fifty centimeters. He had a beautiful face that could be considered androgynous, intense blue eyes that contrasted his red hair, an athletic physique, but outside of his appearance, the most pleasant thing was his smile brimming with confidence.

Semiramis smiled in the middle of her dream. Inside her dreams she hears the soft melody of a lyre. The strings projected sounds with the gentle touch of the fingers. She couldn't see who was touching her, but when she saw Viggo coming in the distance again, he had grown up without her noticing. Now he was one meter with eighty centimetres and looked more mature. The cute had been lost giving way to the sensual, a squarer face, a more masculine figure, defined muscles and an equally confident, but more serious smile. She again heard the lyre coming from the harbor as the waters churned the ship and made the boards grind. She looked away looking for the musician but did not find it. She looked at Viggo again and without realizing it was already a man. He was now a head taller than most of the people walking in the harbor. The red hair remained, but he no longer wore the thick lion-headed belt and red robe of the Spartans. Instead, he wore a black coat with white embroidery, a sleeveless jacket, cloth trousers and black boots to his knees. The smile brimming with confidence was there, perfect, projecting the image of the one enjoyed sharing with other people. Viggo was very social and that's why sailors adored him as a great lifelong friend. However, his eyes that were once a deep blue had turned golden with rays of golden energy sweeping across the surface.

Semiramis woke up suddenly and sat on the bed. It was only covered by a sheet, which fell and showed its mature and voluptuous body. Thanks to the birth of Uriel and Gwynevere her breasts had grown, and her hips had widened. Her black hair was still long and her eyes with a yellow iris.

Semiramis looked at the foot of the bed, looked beyond, where the lecterns with paintings that Viggo liked to do so much were visible. Viggo was sitting on a stool, naked, with his red hair falling down his back. He was holding the golden lyre that she herself gave him. Hence the crisp sounds and melody that reminded her of the ports of Athens. It was a peaceful melody, soft and pleasing to the ear. Semiramis wondered. If anyone saw Viggo in that turquoise armor he brought from his last trip, they would never expect to find Viggo playing the lyre.

Semiramis looked at the left side of the bed, where Scheherezade slept on the other side, leaving a gap between them. She slept on her side, with her top exposed, revealing her brown skin and voluptuous breasts hidden under dark hair.

Semiramis tried not to make noise and got up. Then she walked carefully and approached Viggo who was still playing the golden lyre. Suddenly Viggo stopped his fingers, and the lyre made no more sounds. Semiramis came up behind him, hugged him and kissed on the back.

—I'm sorry— whispered Viggo.

—I don't care— Semiramis whispered with her eyes closed and her cheek on Viggo's back, feeling the warmth of his body —it sounded very good, I dreamed of Athens—

—Was it a good dream?—

—We were at the port, it was afternoon, the seagulls were squawking, and we were finishing loading the merchandise. A red-haired boy arrived and absorbed the attention of the entire crew—

—It was fun to talk to those people— Viggo replied with a dreamy look and a smile on his lips —I miss sailing the sea, the white sandy beaches and roasting meat in the moonlight—

—You always had a good taste for food— said Semiramis, she let go of Viggo, circled him, and approached him. It was as she remembered it in her dreams, his mature face, the smile brimming with confidence, but the iris had lost the blue color and was now a bright gold, unnatural. She took his face with both hands and kissed him thinking that Viggo was moving away from everyone and walking a lonely path. Viggo kissed her with the same intensity, held the lyre with his left hand and with his right embraced Semiramis.

They parted their mouths and looked into each other's eyes. Viggo showed a friendly smile and asked —Why was that?—

—Me— said Semiramis, wanting to push away the fears of his heart —I just wanted to do it. Any problem?—

—You know I don't— replied Viggo, bent down his left arm and left the lyre on the floor, leaning against the stool. He stood up, he was almost two heads taller than Semiramis. He hugged her waist and kissed her with all the passion in his heart. They parted their lips and Viggo said —I never have enough of your kisses—

—Viggo— said Semiramis, looking into the eyes with the golden iris. She could see the rays of golden energy traveling from side to side —Will you love me forever?—

—You know yes, after you there will be no other empress for me, ever, not in a thousand years. You are the only one—

Semiramis smiled and nodded repeatedly. She thought he was referring to the game they kept. After all, he was the emperor, and she was the empress. However, Viggo in his knowledge of the future said it in a broader and deeper sense of the words.

—There's something I'd like to ask of you— Viggo said in an unusually serious tone.

—Whatever you want— replied Semiramis, looking him in the eye.

Viggo smiled suggestively, and Semiramis covered her mouth and gave a chuckle. She patted him on the chest. Viggo came over, gave her a little kiss, and continued —you see, I'm thinking of leaving the armor chemical reagents business to Hitomi—

Semiramis hearing business, became serious and scowled —Hitomi is not suitable. I won't tell you what to do with your project, but I don't like ger. She's very, very smart. A responsible and orderly person, but does not have the personality for business—

—That's why I wanted to ask you for help— said Viggo —I want you to antagonize her, to act like you're upset with her. Push her hard enough to get her out of her comfort zone and slowly become stronger—

—Still, I don't think it's appropriate—

—Don't worry, I'll take her under my care and give her some helps—

—So that's what it's all about— said Semiramis, bringing his hand to Viggo's crotch and squeezing it firmly —you're going to tame her with this, aren't you?—

—Didn't you put her in our house for me to eat?—

—Me— Semiramis said angry with herself and thinking things through in such a cold way. If she had the chance to go back to the past, she would punch herself. Now she didn't want Hitomi near Viggo.

Viggo, seeing that Semiramis was upset, raised her face, and made her look into his eyes. She looked at him and they kissed as Viggo brought his hands to her hips and massaged suggestively. It was enough to play for a minute in conjunction with the kisses for Semiramis to let out a moan and begin to breathe erratically. She immediately understood well how this man worked, so she pushed him away. She takes a deep breath and look into his eyes angrily. Viggo was still dangerous to her sanity. If she didn't stay away from him long enough, they'd spend all day in bed and maybe she'd already be celebrating her third pregnancy. Semiramis could not afford another pregnancy, she was very busy with her business, so she takes note not to neglect herself.

—Well?— asked Semiramis, looking Viggo in the eye and trying to show coldness. In addition to that, she crossed her arms, highlighting her breasts, but forming a barrier against Viggo.

—Well, as I told you, I'm going to take Hitomi, make her run my reagent business and support her. I plan to recruit Edgar and other young talents of the guild, recommended by my aunt Aina—

—Edgar? that guy you saved and then fell apart? It's useless—

—It's useless because you and Scheherezade are too good at doing business— replied Viggo —but if it's with Hitomi, it can help on the commercial side. Don't worry, it seems that something happened, and Edgar put his feet on the ground—

—I hope you're not mistaken, I have my character, but Hitomi has no social friction and is too fickle. Maybe that guy will say two or three words to her, and she will open her legs—

—It will be what must happen, if that happens then she can continue with her business, but I doubt it—

—Why?—

—Well, you always opt for the best and modestly speaking, I am the best in Orario. Edgar only knows how to put on that sad dog face and coax with honeyed words. However, other than that it has nothing—

—You're too confident—

—Well, I have my strengths— Viggo replied with a broad smile, approached Semiramis and hugged her. She tried to keep a serious look, as if she was totally immune to that cheeky smile, but it only took Viggo to kiss her to melt. This time, there was no defence she could put up and Viggo did whatever he wanted.