Offer of help. (five years old)

The king approached his little friend who was sitting by the fountain. The boy was so absorbed by his thoughts that he didn't listen to the royal footsteps.

"Hello, sunshine"

"Your Majesty, sorry but I didn't hear you coming"

"I know, what's worrying your young mind?"

"It's my father's birthday and I don't know what to give him"

"I can help if you tell me something about him"

"He is strong, intelligent, always ready to help others, looking after everyone except him"

"He sounds like my Phai " whispered Alexander and sighed lowly.

Help in progress.

"So now tell me what he likes doing"

"He is a teacher and reads difficult books his former master gave him to study; he writes and draws maps and he adds drawings of houses, crops and they look like a story"

"My soul mate used to do that for me too. What else? Does he do exercise?"

"Not very often but he likes running and riding"

"What about another book?"

"I want something different, I once saw him touching a shield and a big sword when he wasn't looking"

"I have an idea"

The result of the help.

"Joy to you, Phainder"

"Joy to you too, my king"

"So what did your father say?" Did he like it?

"He liked it so much that he cried"

"Oh, sorry to hear that, it wasn't my intention"

"No, no , it is fine, my king"

"Don't king me Phainder, I am Alexander for you"

"That's right. He loved his new dagger; he told me he used to have one similar someone very dear to him gave him when he was young."

"More coincidences" whispered Alexander.

"What did you say, Alex?"

"Nothing, son, just rambling of an old man"

"You are even younger than my Papa"

"How old is he?"

"He has just turned 40"

"Would you mind if I gave you a present for him?"

"No, but why?"

"Because I have a copy of a book that I had bought for my soul mate time ago and as I cannot give it to him now; I think that your father could appreciate it"

Phainder returned to his house. His father was waiting for him with a tiny smile in his lips. He knew his son was coming from the palace; he had been spending time with the king and even though he found it still a bit strange, he would never ask Phainder to stop visiting the palace but the little boy should have to be careful in not revealing his real identity.

"The king gave me this to you. He said you could appreciate it"

Hephaestion unwrapped and breathed heavily: it was an illustrated copy of the "Iliad" and in the front page, it read: "For my One and Only; forever yours, Alexander."

A stray tear rolled down the brunette's cheek.