🦚PISANDER PARENTS AND MIDDLE SISTER🦚
Polyctor:
Once a humble merchant, Polyctor was known far and wide—not for the weight of his gold, but for the silver tongue that could persuade even the most stubborn buyer. His stall overflowed with exotic textiles and rare treasures, each thread and gem a story waiting to be told.
One fateful day, as the sun cast long shadows over the bustling street, a woman named Nympha passed by his humble stand. Draped in a simple yet elegant chiton, she carried herself with a grace that belied the harshness of the world around her. Their eyes met, and in that instant, a silent promise was forged—an unspoken bond that would change the course of Polyctor’s life forever.
Driven by the fire of newfound love, Polyctor expanded his horizons, seeking out distant lands to import the finest silks, jewels, and gold. His wealth grew, but so did his devotion. Knowing Nympha’s deep reverence for Hera, he commissioned the construction of a grand temple in her honor, a testament not only to the goddess’s grace but to the love that bound them.
From that day forward, Polyctor’s modesty remained intact, even as his riches multiplied. He was a man of substance, not ostentation. Nympha, however, embraced the splendor their fortunes afforded with a boldness that set her apart—a queen in her own right, unafraid to shine.
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I’ll be honest I don’t have a lot about Eudokia, but, Herais and her are the only one who genuinely make Pisander’s shut up, humbling him.
In simpler words both of them bully their little entitled brother “mother was too nice on you, must fix her mistakes.”
