The General's Daughter:
It was the year of 336 BC and the young Claudita, daughter of Costas the retired General of Macedonia, was in her 19th year. She was a beautiful young lady and many of the young men, in particular the soldiers, had tried desperately to catch her eye. She was interested in none. No man that she had met had that spark, that fire. She wanted the fairytale.
"Claudita, you must marry, and marry soon my dear. Your mother would've wanted it," Costas told her, as she lay on her side on a stack of silk pillows in her fathers study. He was sat with a roll of parchment and quill, no doubt writing some type of sermon which he would deliver to the counsel of Alexander.
"My dear, if you are so bored with this, then why not go and entertain Queen Olympias. Alexander is in consort with his soldiers, you will no doubt find her around the inner city,"
Claudita sat up immediately.
"Do I bore you father?" Claudita asked, looking up at him. Costas turned from what he was doing and looked at his daughter.
"No, darling, you do not. However, I do need to get this done. Would you mind leaving and old man to his work?" Claudita stood from her position in the silk pillows and hugged her father, kissing his forehead.
"You are not an old man, father, but I shall let you to your work. Good afternoon," Claudita said, and exited her father's study.