Alexander could hear the men talking in soft whisper. The gaggle had changed to quiet chatter, as Alexander turned in towards the door way. It seemed the men had been doing this regularly, as he could hear Parmenion bring up the next point of order, and papyrus scratching on the table. Alexander cocked his head slightly up against the door, and heard what he thought he would never hear.
"He's a filthy mongrel!" Cassander was the first to speak ill of Alexander, Alexander could feel his heart race in his throat,
"He may have elected his counsel, so what? We need action against his mother for once, the real reason why he is King…" Cleitus said softly, the rest of the table nodded.
"I was talking with Olympias earlier today, there does seem to be something she is hiding" Parmenion admitted, "She does seem to know a little more"
'Since her son refuses to expose her, than we will… we will have too before this gets out of hand" Cassander muttered angrily, as Alexander's eyes widened with fright and disbelief.
"I still firmly believe that it was a conspiracy" Cassander said, reaching out for his goblet, "Mother and son together kill Philip because he had a new family and new heir to the throne"
"Come, Cassander. Not two moth ago you were saying that you would've killed Philip for the throne" Cleitus bickered, Cassander's haunting cruel eyes stared at him,
'… someone took care of that for me, I firmly believe we should inquest Alexander too"
Alexander couldn't breathe. The black armour he was wearing was making him choke as he tried to shift the weight of it slightly. They were minutes ago applauding him and now they were accusing him of his father's murder. How had he not known these things before hand? They were planning on an overthrow?
"I think it is time we did what Macedon needs us to do" Cassander bickered, " If Alexander doesn't host an inquest by next weeks end, then we will have to take care of this business ourselves"
The table nodded and applauded Cassander's ideas, as Alexander who felt sick and disgusted, ran the steps to his mother's room. He would find out now, He would demand it. He would get the answers out of her and that would be end of this madness.
" She wouldn't kill my father… she wouldn't" Alexander kept repeating it until he reached the top of the stair, " she wouldn't kill my father… she wouldn't dare" Alexander sneered and with a loud bang the doors flied open to his mothers' chamber and the end of the lies once and for all.