Life of a Warrior

by Elpis of Hope

Hephaestion is now 30 y/o and reflects back to the 10 year campaign he has shared with "Alexander the Great". With his death looming over him, will he finally be able to rekindle and rebuild his love with his Alexander by using their past as guidence.

3. Chapter 3 Life with Bagoas

I hope I do a better job with keeping everyone on course with the story's timeline. Please bear in mind that Hephasetion is reflecting back on significant moments during the 10 year campaign that impacted his relationship with Alexander. Also, please be reminded this story flows from Fedia's original story, esp with regards to their time at Mieza ie all the violence in the garden.

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Chapter 3 – Life with Bagoas

The next morning, At the King's Residence in Susa – January 324

Hephaestion is awoken to callused fingers lightly tracing the bruise over his right eye, down to the swollen cheek of his face. A smile as bright as the sun glows upon him as he opens his eyes to look at the golden god shining at him. "Alexander did I over sleep. What are you…." before he is unable to utter another word, Alexander tilts in and kisses him passionately and deeply.

The King motions for everyone to leave the room. He then slides over closer to his friend on the bed, "Phai, You are with a slight fever again." whispers Alexander, "Throughout the night you were consumed with a nightmare that I suspect has now left your body drained." Trying to hide his distress, he reaches out to fuss over his lover's pillows, "I had tried to wake you as you called out for me several times during the night. But you were deep in slumber and… You appeared so distraught my love.." Alexander then turns away unable to look down at his lover, feeling completely embarrassed and repulsed with himself, "Perhaps, if I had not pushed you so hard last night," murmurs Alexander, "The damage I have done to your face …. Maybe I am a tyrant."

Alexander drops his head in remorse and utters, "I am sorry for attacking you last night, Hephaestion… I was filled with adolescent jealousy and….. I again allowed for myself to hurt you."

With an endearing smile, Hephaestion reaches out, "I believe it was I who attacked you." As he had resolved, Hephaestion would not share his reoccurring nightmare of his death with his lover. Last night's dream was more vivid. He saw the faithful night he lay bedridden and alone to face death in Ecbatana without his Alexander beside him. He had called out for him over and over again throughout his dream; but his lover was nowhere to be found. Was he to die without his Alexander by his side, without his love? Was he to die alone? Hephaestion believed the foreshadowing dream was bidding him to take hold of his remaining chances of rekindling his love with Alexander. His time was dwindling for he knew that Alexander had planned to move to Ecbatana by Autumn. He reaches up to clasp his lover's cheek, and whispers, "I will always love you!"

"My love, please do not make excuses for me" utters the King brushing his finger over his lover's swelling lips, "I fear that my weakness will be your demise."

Hephaestion stares sadly at his lover too familiar with the pleas for forgiveness being asked, once again, after one of their confrontations. During their years together, although tested, he had never truly doubted the love Alexander possessed and held towards him. Hephaestion knew he had made a personal choice as a student in Mieza to love the man before him unconditionally through all the trials and tribulations of their lives. He would never be able to deny his Alexander, the King, his lover anything nor would he be able to do so if had the choice. His heart and life were molded with his lover that to separate them apart would only kill them. Hephaestion understood that beneath all of Alexander's power, genius, and charisma laid a simple man who happened to be the Great King of the New World. His love for Alexander the man, was pure and surpassed the value he placed on his very own life. Within the depths of his soul, he accepted Alexander for all this traits, for his weakness, his guilt, and his loneliness; but must of all for his strength, his love and trust.

Hephaestion looks up, "I took as much as I gave" as he reaches out towards the bruise over Alexander's brow. "I am afraid I have left you with a bruise from our encounter last night."

"It is nothing" grins Alexander, encouraged by Hephaestion's teasing as an acceptance to his apology. "The others are all too familiar with how we are towards each other. We have been battling each other since our youths. Do you recall the fight we had after our battle in Chaeronea ….after you had told me of your offer to Cleitus?"

"An offer that the old runt of a general denied." Retorts Hephaestion, but with a grin, "I also recall how we made up that night."

Taking his hand to place over his lover's cheek, he leans in, "Still my love, I am sorry for my weakness." He then sits up and sternly looks at his lover as if to scowl one of his foot soldiers, "Regardless, you have become ill again, so I demand that you rest here today."

Ignoring his lover's request, Hephaestion pushes himself up with his elbows prepared to hoist himself from the bed. "That is Absurd" snaps Hephaestion, as he pushes the King back, "I feel fine.. I fee..ell…" Suddenly he is taken aback with the lightheadedness and dizziness of his skull, and is overwhelmed with a wave of nausea building up within him. Instantly, he lays himself back into the bed in hopes that the room would stop spinning. "Perhaps you are right, maybe a little rest will do me well." he sighs.

Having risen from the bed, the King pulls a chair near the bedside closest to his lover, "I have called for my physician to come in on you this morning." informs Alexander, "He will report to me immediately of your condition and will ensure that you remain in bed today."

"Yes my King" replies Hephaestion sardonically. "I will heed to your request, there will be no need to order me."

"Good" replies the King, as he sits taking Hephaestion's hand, intertwining their fingers, playfully rubbing them together. He tilts his head to the side and stares idly at his friend, "I have called for a counsel with Crateus and the other companions after the morning sacrifices. I have decided it is time for a change, I am to send the old guards back to Macedonia."

"What??" questions Hephaestion as he pushes himself up again with his elbows, "Why?"

Alexander gently places his hand on Hephaestoin's chest pushing him down. He then leans his elbows to his knees looking pensively at his lover, "It is time for a change of the guards. The old veterans of my father's army grow tired and notably more adverse to the new ways of my kingdom." He moves a strand of Hephaestion's hair and continues, "I will send about 10,000 of these men under the leadership of Craterus back to Macedonia to replace Antipater. I will order Antipater to return with fresh men back to Babylon."

"I believe it to be a wise decision Alexander" smiles Hephaestion placing his hand over the king's to show his support, "But I fear that these men may misinterpret your good gesture and will bitterly refuse to return home."

Enraged, the King shoves Hephaestion's hands aside and abruptly jumps from his chair knocking it back, "Then I will have them executed" retorts Alexander, "I will look upon any form of defiance by them as absolute treason against their king!!"

Standing over his lover, the King gives a harsh look then pivots to rush towards the doors of his chambers. But before he reaches out for the golden handle of the large doors, he turns to Hephaestion with a smirk, "I will see you tonight….my love… There are a great many things I will want to discuss with you regarding our future plan … for our families. So rest!"

"ALEXANDER" calls out Hephaestion…"ALEXANDER!!"

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Hephaestion sits casually back in his chair taking in the panoramic view of the lavishness of the large colorful palace gardens facing the King's chambers. He cuddles the goblet of wine in his hand whirling it around as he allows his thoughts to drift to Alexander's last words. "Future Families?" Hephaestion had run through his mind all the various scenarios to explain his lover's statement. Quietly, Hephaestion had always longed for children and perhaps a wife; but the harshness and ordeals of their 10 year campaign had never allotted any time for such prospects. His life had always been for Alexander's army and kingdom; they were the off springs of their relationship. Yet, he was also very mindful of the King's disappointment in not being able to bear a child with his Queen. The recent death of his first born only created a deeper detachment between Alexander and his estranged wife. The King was well aware of the need for a legitimate heir to carry his legacy and to sustain the unification and stability of his new kingdom. For many years Alexander had eluded the discussion of producing an heir. His mother, Olympias had advocated for a child even before King Philip's death and Old Parmenion had appealed to Alexander before the conquest of Asia even began. Hephaestion smiles to himself realizing that Alexander the King would set in motion only those things in which he wanted to see in full volition and having a child early on in his reign was not a priority. For years, Alexander held on to his mantra by openly professing that "Only sex and sleep makes me conscious that I am mortal". To those who were unfamiliar with Alexander's humor mistook the comment as indifference to his concern in producing an heir or even to sex in general. Hephaestion knew the King's perspective to both notions were absolutely fallacious.

Hephaestion ponders further on Alexander's lingering words. Then it hits him, all of a sudden he recalls a conversation of their youth. He then dismisses the idea as preposterous….but mulls over the idea… when was anything Alexander did or sought after have ever been out of reach without a purpose. Hephaestion abruptly drops his goblet and sits up… had Alexander found sisters for them to marry?

His attention is refocused towards the chamber doors as they open slowly. Without having to turn around, he is immediately made aware by the gait of the footsteps that they were not those of his lover. He turns to find Perdiccas smiling at him as he walks in the direction of Hephaestion near the balcony.

Other than Alexander, Perdiccas was the only other man Hephaestion could truly trust among the companions. Unlike many of Alexander's other peers from Mieza, Perdiccas embraced the cultural integration of the King's new world. As a soldier, he was invaluable for his tenacity and enthusiasm both in the battlefield and as a diplomatic. As a companion, throughout the campaign, Perdiccas has never diminished in his loyalty and conviction in Alexander's vision. Throughout their years together, Hephaestion has grown to appreciate Perdiccas for a friendship that was not based upon any self-gain or preconceived notions. It was the genuineness of Perdiccas' nature that allowed Hephaestion an outlet from Alexander's ever demanding dream. He welcomed Perdiccas' cynical outlook as a welcome distraction from his relentless life with Alexander and did not mind the fact that he found Perdiccas to also be quite attractive.

Furthermore, the King never considered Hephaestion's relationship with Perdiccas as a threat and found their collaborated efforts to be both productive and practical. Their teamwork was useful in deflecting the factions and animosity usually created because of Hephaestion close relationship with the King. As a result of Perdiccas and Hephaestion's "working relationship", they have been sent out together on various missions over the years, to lead out forces against many of the tribes uprising against the Macedonian army and to build new settlements. It was during these missions, such as the trek through India over the Khyber Pass and the march home after the Hydaspes River battle, that these two generals developed a true friendship based solely on respect and admiration of their prospective skills. The consequence of their joint efforts has enabled Hephaestion to exemplify and solidify to the army and to the King his true worth as a leader. In each task assigned to Hephaestion, he has proven time and time again to be effective in leading large contingent forces of Alexander's army through foreign territories and conquering the local hostiles "by force or agreement" without opposition or with little casualties.

"Ah Hephaestion, our great King has deemed it fit that I have the daunting task of checking in on his most precious patient" jokes Perdiccas. "Personally, I welcome this distraction. Alexander appears to have something up his arse this morning. He is on a rampage, apparently set on reorganizing his whole army of 50,000 men in a single day. Word around the camp is the early counsel meeting is to be one filled with surprises."

"As you say, I am but a sick invalid", teases Hephaestion. "Besides you know better than to ask me such things regarding Alexander's intentions in administrating his army"

"Ah huh" responds Perdiccas raising a brow, "I see that you and our King possess similar raccoon eyes today" as he pulls a seat next to Hephaestion. "Another lovers quarrel?" Without hesitation, Perdiccas reaches out to brush his hand carefully against Hephaestion's swollen cheek.

Hephaestion flinches at the touch and turns his attention back to the palace gardens. Staring aimlessly into the morning sky, he utters softly, "It is nothing I cannot handle."

"I know my friend" compassionately replies Perdiccas as he tries to throw a faint smile at his comrade attempting to hide his concern. He is all too familiar with the tumultuous relationship shared between Alexander and Hephaestion. On more than one occasion, he has had the misfortune of witnessing first hand the ferocious treatment and brutality Hephaestion has endured for this love towards the King. To this day, he has been unable to put out of his mind the grim scene of Alexander's sexual assault against their mutual friend in the palace gardens so many summers ago. But perhaps the most vivid of his memory of the King and his general's "relationship" was the violent fight that ensured between them at Laomedon's place, subsequent to the then prince's exile to Molasses. Perdiccas is still unable to comprehend what motivated Pausanias to maliciously inform Alexander of Hephaestion "forced sexual encounter" with King Philip. Sitting back in his chair, Prediccas momentarily closes his eyes and calls to mind Alexander relentlessly inquiring on the details of King Phillip's sexual offense of Hephaestion's body. The young prince was insistent on the particularities of whether Hephaestion cried out, how he took it and whether he bleed. Perdiccas along with Ptolemy were helpless to intervene as the whole heartbreaking incident played out before them. They had been called out to stand watch to bear witness for Hephaestion's "presumed" personal betrayal of the Prince's love towards him.

Perdiccas turns to look at the newly named Chiliarch, and cannot help but admire Hephaestion for his constant courage and loyalty as a warrior and lover to Alexander. Through their relationship, Perdiccas has been offered a small glimpse of Hephaestion's vulnerability. He was simply a man deeply in love; which at times made him defenseless against attacks from those in the army including the King. Perdiccas recognized Hephasestion as an unpretentious man forced to continuously prove his worth as a warrior, and to set himself apart as merely being the King's whore. But lately, what concerns Perdiccas is the subtle changes Hephaestion has been demonstrating. As he stares at the contusion over his friend's brow and the swollen upper lips and cheek; he become suddenly aware of the fact that Hephaestion was allowing his fragility and vulnerability to be made exposed for all to see. It was if he was coming to terms to something in his life, as if he had accepted who he was and how his life was turning out with Alexander. With a gradual feeling of sadness, he takes hold of Hephaestion's hand to give it a soft squeeze and a soothing smile. Though Perdiccas would never admit this; he could appreciate the admiration and love Alexander held for the young general, for silently in his heart he too would have fallen for Hephaestion, had they lived in another life, in another world.

Perdiccas thoughts are broken when he hears Hephaestion inquire him of his newest conquests among the camp. Before he is able to respond, within the shades of the room, emerges a tall dark lanky figure with his eyes fixed to the floor. Both generals look up abruptly to find Bagoas walking towards them with a tray of food and a decanter of wine.

Quietly and unobtrusively the young boy approaches the two men sitting in the balcony. "My lords" a soft and tender voice echoes through the air, "I have prepared some cheeses and bread for your morning meal." Now standing next to the men, Bagoas, with his eyes fixed to the floor, humbly whispers, "I have been instructed by the King to tend to any needs you may have Lord Hephaestion."

Barely acknowledging the presence of the boy, Hephaestion offers a slight glance and nods, "I am fine Bagoas….. Thank you. Please leave the tray. I do not need your services. I will do fine on my own."

Bagoas meekly complies and without ever setting his eyes upon either general slowly steps back into the background. As Perdiccas watches the boy disappear through one of the secret passageways; he wonders to himself how often the young servant had used the pathway while the King was alone in this chamber. He dismisses this thought and turns back to Hephaestion.

"I am still amazed that the Eunuch is still useful in Alexander's Court" states Perdiccas as he grabs a handful of grapes.

"Alexander has his reasons for him" replies Hephaestion. "I do agree with the King that Bagoas has proven to be valuable in teaching him the etiquette of the Persian courts and his service as a courtier to the local ambassadors of these foreign lands has been vital in Alexander's plan for integration." He raises his cup of wine and murmurs under his breath, "The boy is in love with him."

Perdiccas momentarily studies his friend taking in Hephaestion's last comment then shakes out any further thoughts.

"I had always wondered after Babylon how Bagoas was able to remain." casually states Perdiccas, trying to hide his curiosity, " I mean after you left on those missions … and well the distance created between you and Alexander…."

Hephaestion turns quizzically, "You mean to question me now about what happened during my time away from Alexander? You were there!!"

"Well know, but I mean…. ," states Perdiccas embarrassed for his intrusiveness. He tries to explain himself, "I know of your love for Alexander, as we all share; but why have you stayed Hephaestion? We have all borne witness to the damage and violence his dream and temper has inflicted upon you. If you could permit me to be so bold my friend, I have always wondered why did you take him back Hephaestion?"

"You mean why I came back?" replies Hephaestion. He slowly rises from the chair and walks towards the balcony railing. Without a second glance at this friend, Hephaestion responds, "Perdiccas you can give me all the logical reasons for leaving Alexander; but ultimately I have no choice in who I love, for the Gods have destined Alexander and me, for our souls to be one. I will always choose Alexander above all others." He then pauses, gives as slight sigh and continues, "When we were boys, I had feared Alexander the King would cast me out as soon as I had served my purpose. Back then, I had expected there to be limits and boundaries to his love for me. When Bagoas entered in our lives in Babylon, I was foolishly convinced I had fulfilled my purpose. It seemed the right time to leave so I did and …" Turning to his friend, "Well we all know how dark those days were for us… for everyone…"

Hephaestion is interrupted when the call of the royal trumpet is heard through the gardens.

"Well it would appear I will soon learn of the Kings grand plans" interjects Perdiccas in disappointment to his sudden departure. "I will report to the King that you are indeed resting and recovering." He steps towards his friend leans in and places a small kiss before whispering, "For myself, Hephaestion, I am truly grateful to the Gods that you returned. I truly believe without you, I do not think Alexander would have survived through this campaign."

Perdiccas turns to grab his goblet of wine and he smiles at his fellow companion, "Perhaps when you are better, we can go for a ride. I understand the region has some spectacular landscapes."

"Of course, Perdiccas. Soon I will be better and we can take that ride", smiles Hephaestion, trying to look enthusiastic.

"And perhaps then you can finish telling me what happened?, inquires Perdiccas.

"Perhaps" replies Hephaestion as he returns his attention back to the gardens.

As he listens to his friend leave the room, Hephaestion walks over to the table to refill his cup and returns to sit back in his chair recalling the day he first arrived to Babylon. The faithful day the young eunuch entered into their lives to test the very essence of their love and change the course of his relationship with his Alexander forever.

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Babylon – Summer of 331 BC

Alexander had ordered his army to enter the city in battle formation; he was not leaving anything to chance. However, his apprehension was immediately set aside by the enormous welcome he received by the townspeople of the ancient and grand City of Babylon.

The royal blue dragon and golden winged bull facades of the Ishtar Gate stood high on each side of the King, as he entered through a shower of rainbow colored flower pedals. The running sound of the Euphrates River splashing below the city tiles enhanced the dramatic beauty of the ancient city. Flanked by his personal armed guards, Alexander had commanded the spectators to follow at the rear of his army, as he entered the old city on a golden chariot riding towards the royal palace. Hephaestion had been sent ahead of the approaching army to greet Mazeaeus, the former commander of King Darius army, whom the young general had convincingly persuaded to "throw away the Persian right" at the battle of Guagamela. Mazeaeus had agreed in early negotiations to publicly surrender both his family and the city to the Alexander upon his arrival into Babylon. Hephaestion had requested to be sent ahead to ensure that the City be relinquished over without any complications or oppositions.

Mazaeus stood along with his family at the palace steps to meet the young general. The distinguished former commander of Darius royal cavalry welcomed Hephaestion with open arms embracing him as a long lost brother. As Hephaestion approached the heavy dark bearded and long haired commander, he could not help but appreciate the pride and humility that emanated from him. With a brief exchange of words, and as Hephaestion had expected, Mazaeus was both cooperative and accommodating towards abdicating the magnificent city, the heart of King Darus' empire to the New King of Persia. Together they turned to the loud call of trumpets as they stood watching the arrival of Alexander in all his magnificence and splendor.

Prior to entering the City, the young conqueror had insisted that all his companions dress in their best armory and to present themselves with civility and dignity to the conquered people. For Alexander, he wore his golden armor engraved with the Macedonian star in the center surrounded with the symbols of Zeus, Ares and Athena, over a white chiton lined with gold embedded trims. On his head, he wore a golden wreath with matching armlets. As Hephaestion gazed at his lover ride through the crowd, he is reminded of Apollo riding on his sun chariot across the sky, beautiful and glorious.

For Alexander, riding through the city wall surrounded by the sounds of acclamations from the cheering crowd, was nothing less than what he had expected. He was meant to rule Persia; this was in fact his destiny. Although Darius was still alive, he was nothing more than a refugee King on the run. After his second display of cowardice at Guagamela, Alexander knew he was the rightful King to be both feared and loved. As he enters the City, he feels love and recognition being bestowed upon him as the new conquer of Persia. He smiles and waves to his people gleaming with pride that one day, he will integrate the old with the new, and his kingdom will be of an innovative world infused and unified by various cultures, religions and languages. This new world would be ruled by one great and mighty leader, Alexander the Great.

The young king absorbs the moment as he reins the horses pulling his golden chariot into a halt. He looks directly ahead and at once centers his focus not at the approaching grandiose palace but at his friend, his beacon towards his salvation, Hephaestion.

The King quickly jumps out of the chariot to embrace his general to affirm to him the reality of the moment, for nothing in his life was real unless he was able to share it with Hephaestion. This was a day they both had dreamt about.

Exuberant with emotions, the King forgets himself and calls out "Phai" as he opens up his arms to take in his friend. But Hephaestion disallows the King's embrace as he bows down, leading all those present to follow suit.

"My great King" exclaims Hephaestion, "Welcome to Babylon!" He looks up with a solemn expression, "My King please allow me to introduce to you Mazaecus, the former commander of Darius cavalry, and his family, along with the other noblemen of Babylon and their families. Instinctively, Alexander had taken a step forward to raise Hephaestion up, but quickly deciphers his lover's demeanor to be his way of stepping into the shadows once again, to allow the moment to be solely for Alexander, as the King.

"Of course General Amyntor" replies Alexander, as he turns to face the approaching commander dressed in a fine silk green knee length tunic. Mazaecus again bows forward and without lifting his eyes addresses Alexander, "Oh great King, my family and the noblemen of Babylon humbly welcome you."

"Thank you Mazaecus. Your offer and your allegiance are well appreciated," replies Alexander, "Come let us sit aside these formalities and get out of this burning sun. I am parched."

"My King?" replies Mazaecus taken back with Alexander's candidness. "Please allow me to show you the royal palace." Just then the other companions arrive and Alexander allows himself to relax. He casually steps forward to place his arm around Hephaestion's shoulder ignoring the subtle protesting glare emanating from his lover. The new king boldly leans in and whispers, "Come my love lets us take a look at our new home." smirks Alexander, "I understand the King's bed is large enough for us to be lost in for days." Hephaestion is unable to contain a small laugh and playfully shoves the King with his elbow. The young general's mistreatment of the king quickly raises the brows and shock of the nearby noblemen; who place a watchful eye on the pair as they enter the palace doors.

The opulent beauty and splendor of the palace mesmerizes the King and his companions. The vast wealth displayed in the details of the furniture, wall tapestries and carpet excites the young men to their newfound wealth and conquest. The exploration of the royal palace is never-ending with rooms upon rooms adorned with gold and precious stones throughout the décor. Finally, at the end of the long corridors of chambers and living areas, they all reach the King's private section of the palace. At the end of the hall, Mazaecus leads the group of men to a large ornate double door.

"Here my Great King is where you may find the joys of your "palace," winks Mazaecus, as he pulls open the doors to the large open floor filled with beautifully half dressed men and women. "My King this is your harem!"

Alexander rightfully is the first to step in holding tightly to Hephaestion's hand as if uncertain as to what he may find. The rich smell of the gardens and incense overtakes his senses, while the soothing background music lures him in.

The young conqueror is astonished to the beautiful women and men flocking to him. He scans the room taking in the sight when his eyes become affixed to a young boy standing on the top steps conversing silently with those nearby. The boy is stunning with dark brown eyes, pale and delicate skin and long black wavy hair. He reminds the King of a perfect flower upon a bed of weeds. Alexander stares engrossed at the boy and finds himself blushing, when the young eunuch catches the King's attention and returns it with a shy smile. In response, Alexander releases his hand from Hephaestion and slowly walks ahead to ascend the steps in the direction of the young boy. Insensible to Hephaestion's presence, the King rushes over to the eunuch like a moth to a fire.

Hephaestion stands helpless and stunned to counter the King's hasty approach towards the young eunuch. It is apparent to him and to the other companions that Alexander has become smitten by the young boy. Uncertain on how to respond to the embarrassment and annoyance burning through his veins, he steps to the background watching Alexander stand before the eunuch as he is introduced through an interpreter. Hephaestion is powerless to stop his heart from breaking and the forecast of his future place along his lover's side. The fall from love damages more when it come to pass before your eyes. Hephaestion takes all his power to keep his composure and expression blank. All the while his hands are gripped into a tight ball and he feels himself trembling with collective feelings of pain and rage.

To add insult to injury, Hector approaches throwing an arm around the young general, and with a smirk, he turns to look at Hephaestion, "Ah do not look so sad Hephaestion. You must have foreseen this day would come." Hector then bellows out in laughter, "It would appear you will not be keeping our king warm tonight." Before Hephaestion is able to throw his first punch at Hector, Ptolemy steps forward between the young men shoving Hector aside. "You need not worry Hector. You know better than to comment on matters that do you concern you." The older general turns to Hephaestion offering a reassuring smile and leans in, "Ignore him Hephaestion, the boy is naive." The pulls the young general away from view of the King and whispers, "Hephaestion you must know only YOU can reign his heart. All is not what it may seem."

Hector chimes in, "Alas, but he has been replaced Ptolemy" pointing at the eunuch talking to Alexander, "by that young and exotic creature holding our King's hand!" Again, Hephaestion lunges forward causing a small commotion among those standing nearby.

Ptolemy restrains Hephaestion back with both arms, speaking firmly under his breath, "Hephaestion!! Remember who you are and think of those who are watching."

The young general vehemently glares at Ptolemy and shoves him aside. Unable to take in the whole spectacle of Alexander's new found love interest, he hastily leaves the room pushing himself through the dancing bodies bouncing against him. In the hallway, he inquires of the servants to show him his rooms where he can take refuge from his lover's betrayal.

Meanwhile, Alexander scans the room and is surprised by his relief to find Hephaestion nowhere in sight. Ignorantly, the King dismisses any raising concerns that he may have inflicted on his lover; rather opting in his confidence that Hephaestion would understand. And why not, reasons Alexander, is he not the Great King of Persia, why should he not be able to reap in the awards. He ignores any further thoughts and continues on with his introduction with the young boy, who he has learned calls himself Bagoas.

In his room, Hephaestion lays on his bed overcome with grief and a sudden realization that the day has come when he would have no place in Alexander's heart or his bed. He becomes disgusted with his weakness to contain the tears falling down his check. "What a fool you are" whispers Hephaestion, "You are acting like a self pity woman." He swings his legs off the bed as he walks towards the decanter of wine sitting on the bed stand. He gulps down one cup after another, reminding himself that Alexander as a King would always love selfishly. Their intimacy was never meant to go on; it has already gone beyond all "norms" and exceeded the expectations of everyone else. Hephaestion refills his cup and heads back to sit on the bed, unable to balance himself on his feet. His body is trembling with anxiety and a complete inability to logistically plan his next move. He crumbles to the bed sobbing in agony at the sudden loss of Alexander's love tearing at the seams of his heart, his very soul. Hephaestion overwhelmed with his emotions, curls himself into a fetal position allowing the feelings of loneliness and abandonment to consume him.

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Alexander bounces through the corridors thrilled with excitement from the day's event especially with his recent encounter with the eunuch, Bagoas. Initially, he had thought of rushing to Hephaestion's room as if to tell him of his new find; but fortunately realized the lucidity of his presumption that he could share this with his lover.

The King stops in his tracks contemplating as to why he should feel any remorse or compunction. He was the King, he had all the rights and privilege to do as he desires to whomever and whenever he wanted to do so. He was not married to Hephaestion. The King would not be bond to be confined to one person. He was not expected to take on only one wife; so why not more than one lover? Alexander convinces himself of this certainty and brushes aside any culpability for any of his actions.

Alexander reaches Hephaestion's door and without any hesitation enters the room without prior notice. His courage and resolution is overtaken when he finds his lover coiled up asleep in his bed. Cautiously, Alexander walks towards the bed watching the young general struggle with his dreams. The young king sits upon the bed taking notice of the trail of tears lingering down his lover's cheeks. Self-absorbed to his own happiness, Alexander fails to associate Hephaestion's saddened state to his recent conduct in the Harem. Without any further consideration, he slowly caresses the tears away to quietly admire the strong and beautiful facial features of his love. In his ignorance to recognize Hephaestion plight, he leans down to softly brush his lips against Hephaestion, then boldly drapes his arm across his lover's chest bringing him closer to demand a deeper kiss. In his dream like state, Hephaestion subconsciously welcomes the warmth of Alexander touches and tenderness. The passionate kisses and the feel of Alexander's hand roaming down his arm to his thigh up his chiton stimulate Hephaestion's desire. He is lost to his deep sexual hunger and desperation for signs of reassurances of their shared love. Hephaestion becomes aroused. As he feels the King shifting himself atop him lifting his chiton and placing a hold on his erection; he soon finds himself overpowered by the moment. But reality slowly sets in; he begins to have visions of the King and the young eunuch, and the others that make up the Harem. He then envisions himself standing among them. Suddenly, Hephaestion's eyes burst open and the floodgates of doubt and uncertainty engulf him. Was he no different from those in the harem to the King's heart? Was he just one of his consorts? Suddenly, all rationale and logic begin to escape from Hephaestion. The acknowledgment of their years together and their profession of love dissolve, as he saw himself replaced and cast aside from the King's bed by the eunuch. But he was more than a warm body in the king's bed; he was a warrior and general in his army. The moment becomes sublime and a state of revelation takes over Hephaestion, he was worth more! His emotions take a turn and he becomes enraged. Abruptly, he screams "NO" and with a shove of his hands, he vigorously pushes the King off him onto the floor.

"What… Phai?, "What is the meaning of this?, cries out the exasperated King, "Did I hurt you?" as he throws a look of bewilderment and surprise.

"I am sorry my King" replies a distraught Hephaestion, as he sits up from the bed, refusing to look at his lover, "I cannot do this."

"Your King?? …… When have I ever been your king in our bed?" questions a confused Alexander as he pushes himself up to his knees, "You know us to be co-equals when we are alone… here?"

"You are the new King of Persia" retorts the young general, "You can take as you want whenever you wish." He slowly stands to straighten himself and looks austerely down at the king, "But I do not wish to be a whor… I am sorry but I cannot."

Quickly Alexander springs to his feet walking head on to counter his general and with vexation, bawls, "You cannot or you will not?" The rage engulfing through his entire body at the audacity of this friend to think he could ruin his good mood. He stands with his fist clinched with his head tilt as if to predict his general's next move.

Hephaestion steps forward prepared to respond to Alexander's question. "Does it matter? I will not be used as a means to satisfy your sexual pleasures tonight. You can find yourself another as I am sure you have already done so." His breathing quickens as he brace for an encounter with his King.

"I see" snides Alexander, "You would have me kneeling at your feet begging for your petty forms of pleasures." Annoyed, he swings a surprised right punch against Hephaestion upper lip throwing him back to the bed. "By eternal right you are mine Hephaestion and I can choose to take you as I see fit." He glares down at his injured friend taking no notice of the blood flowing out from his lip. Alexander is completely blinded by his rage. He had enough of Hephaestion's antics of having to always fight to prove his point. He resolves to not indulge in another battle. The day had been perfect, except for Hephaestion's wallowing attitude that now led to ruin his glorious mood. There were others, he thought, who would more than appreciate his personal attention. Why should he waste himself on being rejected by one who did not want him. A sense of clarity dawns upon him, and he feels the dark clouds of his daemon pass over. Alexander composes himself and then leans in with one knee on the bed looking down at his lover, and with a mocking smile points his finger sharply against Hepheastion's chest, "You ..are worth ...NOTHING without.. ME!" He then pushes himself off the bed and storms out of the room.

Hephaestion looks up stunned by Alexander's reaction. Before he is able to find any words to respond; he helplessly watches his lover quickly walk out through the bedroom doors. As his emotions settle, the reality of the moment seeps into his soul, had he finally lost his Alexander to the world that he had wanted so badly?

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Alexander sits at the head of the dining couches staring out to his companions and to the noblemen of the city seated nearby. The evening had promised to be an endless celebration in honor of the New King of Persia. The young King calls again for more wine as he motions for the clearing of his table of the various empty cups scattered before him. Early in the evening, Alexander had resolved he would immerse himself into the festivities to forget his anger and infuriation towards his lover's disappointed behavior. Intentionally, he had kept his distance and attention away from Hephaestion, opting to have Ptolemy and Crateus at his side, at the head of the table. The evening progresses in true Macedonian fashion filled with vociferous singing and wild sexual innuendos, until a bell is rung announcing the commencement of the entertainment portion of the festivities.

As several of the candles are gradually taken out, the soft sound of sensual music begins flowing throughout the dimly light grand hall of the palace. Slowly, the room fills up with half dressed bodies swaying and pivoting to the tune and beat of the drums and flutes. The dancers seductively approach the king and the head table enticing each man present with their exposed bodies as they flaunt their skills and perversion among them. Then slowly and gracefully, the dancers move smoothly to the side as the main attraction takes center stage. Bagoas stands alone wrapped only in a small silk wrap and tiny cymbals clasped to the forefingers and thumb of each of his hands. The music takes on a new tempo, as it becomes more sexual and alluring, captivating the attention of the audience to the young boy as he rotates and swings his body to the rhythm of the drums. Bagoas' pliant body pulses with the beat matching each musical note. He dances in a trance lost to those around him enhancing the audience's sexuality and carnal desires. There is not a man in the room who is not drawn to the suggestions and offers emanating from the boy's body. Bagoas dance routine hypnotizes all those present in needing and wanting to conquer him, including the King.

Expectedly, Hephaestion is not amused to Bagoas' dancing skills; but more so, he is incensed with Alexander's behavior. Throughout the evening, the young general has sought to suppress his feelings of both insult and offense over the King's despicable performance during the festivities. He turns away from watching Alexander openly salivating over the young eunuch, reminding him of a panther ready to lunge at its next meal. He immediately refills his wine cup and tosses down quickly hoping the effects will soon dilute the evening away as a terrible nightmare. His attention is briefly diverted when he feels a squeeze on his shoulder. Hephaestion looks up to find his comrade, Perdiccas, standing over him offering a look of support and sympathy. His cup is then refilled by Seleucus sitting nearby, who leans forward to whisper, "Do not lose hope Hephaestion. He is not lost to you my friend." Then together in silence, the young generals watch the spectacle of the King and the young eunuch carry on before them.

Steadily, the music speeds up and Bagoas gradually makes his way towards the King. He stands before Alexander seducing him with the contours and swaying of his body. The King is lured in, licking his lips and staring passionately at the boy dancing before him. Bagoas teases and torments the King with his closeness allowing for the delicate silk wrap covering him to fling around, revealing himself. Alexander heavy in his cups is spinning with every turn and swing Bagoas' makes with his body. He is overtaken with pure lust and is unable to contain his attraction towards the boy. The men around cheer and whistle at the King encouraging him to take the eunuch, now fingertips away from him. Alexander reaches out and swiftly pulls off the silk material causing the now naked Bagoas to increase the momentum of his dancing ever more, seducing the King to approach him. Slowly the music fades away and the young eunuch step back, before Alexander reaches out again, breathing heavily and sweating profusely in exhaustion. Again encouraged by his companions, Crateus pushes Alexander up to panting boy. The young king sways as he tries to stand. He takes every step cautiously grasping for some form of steadiness as he draws near Bagoas. "Kiss him! Kiss him!" chants the crowd of men behind him. "Come on Alexander. Take the Boy and Kiss him!".

Hephaestion watches in horror as Alexander enthusiastically grabs the boy in with both hands and places a deep and fervent kiss into his mouth. The kiss continues on inspiring the crowd into a louder cheer and laughter. Alexander, enthralled in the moment, allows his hands to roam the back of Bagoas' pulling him closer to him. Moments later, the King finally breaks his hold and throws his arm around Bagoas, handing him his silk wrap. He then leads him to his couch setting him down to his right side, the seat usually reserved for Hephaestion.

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With the entertainment over, the party resumes to the heavy drinking and raucous merriment. Unable to contain his disappointment over Alexander's offensive behavior, Hephaestion takes leave from Perdiccas and Seleucus to head back to his rooms. At that very moment, Alexander also declares he will retire. Surprised by his lover's announcement, Hephaestion finds hope that the evening is not completely lost and that Alexander would be following him to his rooms. To his disappointment, as he turns to Alexander to receive his usual assuring glance, he instead watches the King leading the young boy wrapped in his arms out of the hall. Immediately, Hephaestion's expression grows dark with rage and jealousy. Sensing Hephaestion's reaction, Ptolemy along with Perdiccas offers to help him retire back to his rooms. Unfortunately the generals' efforts of preventing a confrontation between the lovers become frivolous, when Hephaestion ignores his companions' pleas and storms out of the room to follow the King. In his desperation to talk to his lover, Hephaestion rushes to the King's rooms.

The young general arrives at the King's doors just as Alexander and Bagoas walk up. Completely intoxicated and caught up in the moment, the King initially does not recognize his lover waiting at the door, mistaking him for a royal guard. Alexander waves for his doors to be opened, when Hephaestion steps before him.

"Ah General Amyntor! Have you come to bid your King good night?" sways the inebriated King. "I am afraid I will not be needing your company tonight. As you can see". As he pulls Bagoas forward placing a kiss on his neck.

"Alexander" pleas Hephaestion, "If we could just talk for a moment."

"NO!" yells Alexander, suddenly sober. "I do not heed to any orders from you. If YOU recall, it was YOU who denied me earlier."

"Alexander" utters Hephaestion

"ENOUGH!" screams the King, "I have no need for your services here. In fact, I think it might be best if you were sent away ... from me.! He then turns to nearby guards. "Thelos"

Just then Ptolemy and Perdiccas appear suddenly from the darkness of the hall. "Ah Good!" exclaims Alexander, upon seeing his other generals approaching. "Ptolemy, I want you to ensure that General Amyntor, is sent out at first light to lead the troops assigned the task of building the new settlement near Susa. I plan to head towards Perespolis by the royal road before winter." The King then turns to his calvary commander, "Perdiccas, I want you to accompany him."

"My King?" replies Ptolemy. "Susa sire? That is more than 100 stadias from here?"

"Do not question my orders Ptolemy" retorts the King. "If you cannot carry out my orders than I will find someone else."

"No my King!" steps up Hephaestion, with a look of defeat, humbly bows his head, "I will go and build your new settlement. I just wanted you to know that I lov …."

"Very good" snides Alexander, interrupting Hephaestion. "We are done here!" Then without another word, the King pulls Bagoas closer to him as they stride into his private chambers together.

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Stay tune to what happens next - it gets interesting!! :)