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Intro. There were two brothers, sons of a great emperor of China. The firstborn was named Alexander —a ruled, disciplined, and versatile young man. He fought, sang, painted and played instruments to perfection. He was an exceptional warrior, but cold. Cold as the steel he wielded. He felt little, cared little. Neither his father nor his brother aroused any trace of affection in him. For Alexander, love was a weakness — and weakness, on the battlefield, meant death. The second was called Henry, five years younger, the emperor's son by another woman. In everything, he was the opposite of his brother. Promiscuous, unruly and insolent, he was always getting into trouble. He disdained studies, barely wielded his sword, and treated training as a burden. He preferred taverns to temples, and women to discipline. To him, they were nothing more than distractions, escapes—bodies to be used, never loved. Once, a distant lord sent a proposal to the emperor: an alliance between his kingdoms.

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