TITLE: 9. "My heart, his hand"

PAIRING: Hephaestion / Alexander. Queen Olympias.

RATING: PG

CATEGORY: Historical AU.

SUMMARY: Hephaestion was so much in love and he did not hide it at all, he should have been more careful …

DISCLAIMER: I do not know the people involved, no harm intended; everything is product of my imagination. Alexander and Hephaestion belong to History and to each other but I would not mind sharing my life with the blue-eyed man.

WARNINGS: Angst.

My mother tongue is Spanish and I work without a beta so all the mistakes are mine.

FEEDBACK: comments are love! Any kind of them will help me to improve my writing or leave it forever.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This idea is just a whim; I just wanted to try and write something different. It is a whole series of 29 short ficlets.


A shy brunette saw the desire of his affection walking by; however, Alexander had not seen him because he was completely devoted to his training and showing off in front of the many young ladies his mother had insisted on bringing to the place.

Olympias had seen the attraction between both youths and she was determined to smash it before it could bloom. However, she would check first how far the brunette would go to get Alexander's love or if it was just a simple and juvenile infatuation.

The idea could not leave the royal mind and she knew it would be like a thorn in her side until she knew Hephaestion's answer. Nevertheless, she had to find the right moment to ask because she did not want anyone to suspect anything. The opportunity appeared sooner than she had expected, that very same afternoon, to be precise.

The queen was admiring one of her red rose bushes when the young brunette approached to hand in a letter from her daughter.

Seeing the young man there, she asked surprised why he was the messenger. The brunette simply replied that he had offered himself for the task as he was going to meet Alexander at the palace.

The queen thanked him for his politeness and when the blue-eyed youth started to walk, she simply asked:

"Hepahestion, do you love my Alexander?"

The young man blushed deeply and whispered:

"My queen, he holds my heart in the palm of his hand as you are doing with your rose now"

And after bowing slightly, he went away.

Having her answer, Olympias swore that the brunette's heart would have the same end as the red rose, that was now lying crushed on the floor, under her foot.