“How do you even know all this? Tell me, who are you?”

“By my own self, I am clueless and know nothing. But with Christ, I know all the knowledge needed to save sentient beings in the world, including your past and future. I have seen all that in my revealed dream.”

Listening to what the Bishop was saying brought Antaeus back to a precious memory deeply rooted in his heart...

The first time he saw Artemis at the annual royal dance, he knew that he would never forget about her. He never liked this kind of gathering, but that day he had just come back from his errands at Rome, and the emperor insisted that he had to show up at the dance so that people could celebrate his return.

And there she was, dressed in a simple white peplos and a rose gold himation over it, which was regular and nothing special. But the most memorable part was her face. Her green eyes, reminiscent of the mountains when spring comes. Her long, wavy dark-auburn hair, decorated with a silver flower crown in the shape of irises. He would not say she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, but she seemed so demure that she caught his attention right away and it was inexplicably delightful to his heart to look at her. Other than her appearance, maybe it was the lack of interest or even contempt of the gathering that she showed in her look and expression, so rare for a girl who was attending her first gala, that caught his attention and resonated with him. Then their eyes met, very briefly, and he could see the light of innocence in her eyes. She quickly looked away, but he decided to walk up to her.

“Fair lady, may I know your name?”

“Artemis, your highness. ”

“May I have the honour to dance with you, Artemis?”

Artemis appeared to be astonished by the question, then looked in her parents’ direction helplessly.

“Prince Antaeus, my little daughter Artemis as you see, is still very young, and today it’s her first time showing up at a dance like this. I'm afraid her clumsy movements, if not offensive to your highness, will make you laugh.” Artemis’ father Pontius said to Antaeus. But Antaeus insisted that he wanted to dance with her. At the end, her father nodded as a sign of permission. The bystanders watched their interaction with mixed emotions and some gossip, but he didn’t care. Every second he spent dancing with her was so amusing and so precious to him.

After that dance, he would go to the royal gardener every day to ask for some flowers to send to Artemis but they all got sent back to him, and he would collect all of them in his own bedroom, look at the withering flowers and sigh. One day he heard from someone that her favourite kind of flower is the white iris, so he asked the royal gardener for some to send to her again, but they got sent back again. This time he put the white iris next to his pillows, because they’ll remind him of her prettiness.

But something started to go wrong, he suddenly felt inflamed with anger and eagerness to pursue other women, and he did. He forgot about Artemis, all he had was the endless desires and infatuations for women. From that day on he completely lost his mind and control over himself and started to live an infamous and scandalous life and became well-known for it. At the same time, rather strangely, no woman was able to reject him, no matter how noble and virtuous they were before, so it got to a point that all the noble families in town got in panic and started to hide their daughters from him except for a few that wished to use their daughter to possibly get more fame and wealth. And as days went by, he became more and more mentally unstable and his whole body became weaker and weaker…

“My poor child, that white iris the gardener gave you carries a very wicked spell. It would cause you endless lust, control your mind and behaviour, and the evil spirit would also possess the women that you encounter with as long as you say what it tells you to say. Soon you’ll die a most infamous death, most likely within this month, if you can’t get the remedy.” The Bishop said to Antaeus with a look of compassion and pity.

“You’re the most honorable wise man and prophet, a follower of God. Can you tell me why the gardener did this to me? I never did him any wrong.”

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“The gardener…” the Bishop sighed and explained, “their family had been practicing spells and other witchcraft secretly for generations. His daughter was in love with you, so she planned to seduce you with a potion, but something went wrong when she was making the potion and she died of it. So the gardener and his wife blamed his daughter’s death on you and had been waiting for a chance for revenge.”

“How dare they!...”

“To break the spell and save your life, you have to convert to Jesus Christ and unite with your true love, the white iris of your life in Christ into one person.”

Antaeus immediately understood the white iris that the bishop was referring to and said, "When you mention Christ, are you talking about the Nazarene Jesus who was crucified hundreds of years ago? You're from a former dynasty, aren't you? If you are willing to tell me what to do and how many cattle, sheep, gold, silver and jewels to offer to your God, I can do it at your command. But Artemis ..."

"The gospel of Christ will not disappear with the change of dynasties, for that is the truth, Your Highness Antaeus. The Lord delights in mercy more than in sacrifice, and He wants you to be sincere and complete in your devotion, including your country, your people. Conversion to the holy religion requires understanding and repentance, and baptism for a lifetime, not offending the Supreme Lord with those rituals of Greek religion. If you wish, you will learn the doctrines of the Holy Church with me. As for Artemis, I will speak to her."

When Artemis came in with the water, the bishop stopped the conversation, beckoned her to come and sit down, and talked for a while about the gospel of Christ. After a few hours, the two of them became tired, and the bishop took them to two small rooms where they could rest. Antaeus looked back at her and gave her a deep glance.

"My child, you are willing to follow the example of that heavenly princess, the Virgin Philomena, are you not?" Before leaving, the bishop asked Artemis.

"Yes, my Lord Bishop. I was willing to keep my virginity for Christ all my life, but my family insisted on marrying me to Antheus, and that is why I originally left home and came here."

The bishop smiled lovingly, told her about the spell put on Antaeus, and said, "I am sorry, my daughter, but I do not think that your mission is here. Forgive Antaeus, for he is sincere in his heart for you, and no one can save him but you. You will be the mother of a nation, and together with your husband, you will bring the people of this nation to God and magnify His kingdom."

Artemis bowed her head, and after a long silence, replied, "If so...may His will be done."

"May the Lord bless you, my dear child." The bishop blessed Artemis and left.

During the night, Artemis suddenly heard a knock at the door. She got up and opened the door. The cold moonlight reflected the face of the visitor - it was Antaeus.

"You must be asleep, right? I'm sorry for the intrusion."

"No problem, what can I do for you?" She said that, but her expression was clearly displeased. Although she had promised the bishop, she could not suppress the resentment she felt for him.

"I just want you to know that I am deeply sorry for all of this. I was deluded, but I really loved you, and I couldn't forget you from the first time you showed up at the dance. In fact, I never liked dances or anything like that, but I thought I would see you again, so I went to every dance after that and asked around, but you never showed up again..."

"I'm not interested in these things."

"Sorry, I digress. What I wanted to say is that at first my love for you, perhaps it was only a fascination with your exterior beauty, but after all of these, although I still do not understand your religion, I feel more compassion and admiration for you. I will cherish you and respect your wishes. If you don't want to submit to me, just stay here and let me go back tomorrow by myself and buy two bottles of poison and drink it all up. This way I will at least die with dignity, not with lust. Artemis, I would gladly devote my life to you."

"Antaeus..." looking at his serious and determined eyes, she could not help but feel a little moved, but her tone did not ease up at all, "I did not expect that the descendant who helped my dim-witted uncle to conquer power and usurp the throne, slaughtered my family's ancestors, destroyed my holy religion, and then killed my uncle to take the throne, would say such things."

"Artemis, I had no control over my family's actions, nor could I choose my origins. If you wish, I can restore the glory of the former dynasty with you, or I can offer you death as thanks for your sins. Just one word from you ......"

"You do not need to rush to end your life, I did not refuse the bishop's request."

"Artemis? ......"

"It is late at night, please go back." Artemis closed the door.