Troy
A Alexander the great fan fiction.
Finally, he is king. He is king on his first campaign, and now he will have his king. Macedonians are not like that of Spartan. They don't have the tradition of two kings, nor does their two kings necessarily a couple. He will make it happen however. It will not be the same but the sentiment will get across. Here in Troy, he will tie Hephaition to himself in more ways than one. As he lays laurels on Hephaition head, and Hephaition's laurels lays on his. As he makes the vows of being to Hephaition as Achilles was to Patroclus, he let the world know that this is more than friends. This is more than love, this is forever. No wedding will ever be sweeter, for Helius is bearing their torch and heroes are their witnesses. No bride or groom will be lovelier. They run on the field of Troy, sweets rolling and glitter down their golden skin. From now on, any wife they may take will only be second. Any queen he may take will also be second. Hephaition will be king as he is king. Like in Achilles' golden armor, Patroclus was Achilles too. Tonight, the Army will feast in their honor; soon they will conquer Persia as their wedding games. Just like Briseis and Troylus couldn't take Patroclus place in Achilles heart. No one can replace Hephaition in Alexander's.