In mid year of 558, Tisiphon set his sights on the city of Alexandria.
This was achievable because the Ptolemy family had fractured. They no longer were the bane of Seleucid existance. Now they were just another minor family with some very rich lands under their control.
Every city and every province rose up against their unjust King. They wanted the kinder, more forgiving Pythagorus to rule. Even if he lacked an army for protection.
In less than a week the city of Alexandria surrendered.
Tisiphon held a parade with the former Egyptian King at his side. The parade that lasted a little over an hour, culminated with a crowning ceremony. Ptolemy bowed handing over his crown to the new ruler of Egypt. As Tisiphon put it on his head, the crowd cheered. Not as loud as in Seleucia, but cheering none the less.
Tisiphon called for Ptolemy to stand. There was an awkward glance betreen the two for a few seconds as the crowd quieted. Tisiphon pushed Ptolemy over the edge of the balcony. He screamed as he fell to his death.
T
he crowd was stunned. Nothing like this was expected. A ceremonial execution, but not to be pushed off of a ledge. The crowd roared with a cheer for their Emperor.
But the war was not over. The Egyptian rebels still had to be dealt with.
Tisiphon would not be able to control all of egypt. In december of 558 he passed away, leaving his grandson to ascend to the throne.
Wrought with grief over his fathers passing, Lysander had secluded himself at a young age. Although he was Emperor, he left all matters to his younger brother. Only for ceremonies would he come out of seclusion.