Easing the door closed behind him, Alexius, Patriarch of the great city, moved away from the royal apartment with a heavy tread and headed towards one of the many sumptuous reception rooms nearby. Theodora and Zoe had met, for the first time in years, and their initial reaction had been like ice.
Theodora, forever the chaste saint, looked down her nose in disgust at her vibrant, ravishing sister who wore, no doubt on purpose, an almost transparent gown of gossamer thin white silk. As she moved, her full breasts strained against the material, n*****s prominent, the dark patch between her legs visible to all. They could not have been two more contrasting individuals and it was hard to believe the same parents had conceived them both. But whatever their thoughts for one other, their ill feel
