PURE . (single drabble)
Hephaestion looked at Phainder and felt his heart burst with the purest love he had ever felt.
The blue eyes, still blind, were wide open and the tired but still handsome former Chiliarch could have sworn his baby's eyes were made of tiny bright stars.
He knew that it would be difficult to raise him alone; the other father was in one of his campaigns and oblivious to the new situation.
Hephaestion looked at the baby, smiled widely and wondered what Olympias would think if she knew about this pure heir, born with the mixed blood of Achilles and Patroclus.