Prologue
For years Alexander's mother, Queen Olympias has been having strange visit's by man, each year on the same day.
The day after Alexander's birthday.
No one knew who he was and where he came from but the Queen certainly held him in the highest regards and have the best chambers in her part of the palace, gave him the best food and service, some would even say fit for a king. But King he was not, that was one thing Alexander could tell. For years now, he has wondered who he was, he even told his friends about it and when he visited they all caught a glance of this mystery man and all agreed he was indeed no king.
But surely someone of importance, for he stood tall and erect, he was big man, in length and muscle, he had black hair that came to his shoulders and had blue eyes. He always had a small escort of a few men, who he left behind when he met the queen. He never stayed long, only one day and left again by the evening.
As the years passed by and Alexander grew older and had more duties to distract him he forgot about the mystery man. Until one day. Alexander was talking in the courtyard with some of his closest friends: Hephaistion, Ptolemy, Leonatus and Nearchus about Alexander's birthday party the day before when a small coach arrived with 4 guards around it. Looking up Alexander saw his mother waiting and he frowned.
The coach stopped and a man stepped out, someone nudged him in the side, turning his head he saw Nearchus pointing at the man showing he too recognized him. The man bowed before Queen Olympias and turned back towards the chariot extending his hand someone grabbed it and stepped out.
His interest peaked Alexander stood in tiptoes to see who it was but saw nothing because his mother blocked his view and they were mostly hidden behind some bushes, he was shocked however when she bowed slightly and stepped back. A servant led the way as Queen Olympias and her male guest followed lightly talking, followed by a small distance by what clearly was a woman or young girl because she wore a veil. They could see nothing of what she might look like because she wore a black cloak and black veil that covered her hair and face.
Someone, Alexander wasn't sure who, of his friends stepped on a twig and it snapped slightly, no one should have heard it but the woman stopped and turned around slightly scanning the area.
Alexander gasped when he saw her eyes, they were the brightest green anyone could imagine, something that was seldom seen in Macedonia.
Then suddenly the girl looked in his direction, he doubt she could actually see him but she looked in his eyes and he stood transfixed, he felt a hand on his arm and knew it was Hephaistion, probably worried about what was happening, her eyes shifted between to what seemed Alexander and Hephaistion. Suddenly she bowed slightly and Alexander saw her cloak move and saw she put her sword back into it's scabbard. He doubt anyone saw the sword but being a prince and heir to the throne had taught him to be aware of everything. The girl turned around followed the servant who was waiting for her and stepped inside, not looking back.
Once again he wondered who those people were.