Drabble - Stretch
Roxanne was stretching her patience to the limit. She had planned for many days to have Alexander come look at her new gardens. She knew he admired gardens and had hired only the best to make hers amazing. She wanted her husband to tell her what a wonderful thing she had accomplished.
But her husband was a man. It didn't matter if he was king of the known world, he was still a little boy in a mans body. And she was about ready to let him have it.
Maybe if he could have come with her alone it would have helped but he had arrived at her door with Hephaestion in tow. He had explained that they, Hephaestion and himself, had to go meet some other dignitaries after they were done here. Rozanne was not pleased.
Hephaestion for his part was his usual quiet and dignified self. Alexander was another story altogether. He was anxious and fidgety and acted like he had too much honey on his bread that morning. She was trying to be serious when she explained all of her plans and plants and he kept looking around at everything else.
Every once in awhile, he would say something to Hephaestion and then laugh and smile. Hephaestion would try his best not to grin, especially when he saw the look that Roxanne shot in their direction. The look didn't bother Alexander at all.
She was in the middle of explaining an especially pretty patch of the garden when she turned and found herself alone. Alexander was standing close to Hephaestion, hanging on his shoulder and laughing. Hephaestion was smiling too but made eye contact with Roxanne and tried to head Alexander back where he was supposed to be. A little subtle prodding didn't work so he turned Alexander on his heels and pushed him back in her direction.
A still giggling husband finally stood in front of his angry wife and looked at his feet. He cleared his throat and muffled a nervous cough.
"You're stretching my patience, my husband." She said sternly.
Alexander gave her a lopsided grin and turned to look at Hephaestion. Hephaestion, wise enough to know when things had gotten of hand, quickly looked the other way.
When the tour finally ended, Roxanne watched as the two left. She wished she had a stick long enough to stretch and hit them both.
