Alexander kept his pact; he didn't go to Hephaistion any more. For many nights Alexander would go to bed alone and think that his decision to separate himself from Hephaistion was wrong, but as the days progressed, and their trip through Babylon, defeating countless more enemies drew to a close, Alexander didn't feel he didn't the burden of love on his shoulders.

Until one night, when an array of beautiful music entwined his senses, the wine surely played its part, but as he sat and chat merrily with the hoards of supporters around him, his racial unity coming together nicely, anything was an option for Alexander. Even Women.

Her name was Roxane, and she was a dazzling beauty. The colour of her skin was mocha, like her almond shaped eyes that were dark and vibrant behind long black hair. Alexander found her intriguing, even more so when they spoke of her virgin hips.

Alexander wanted to know what a woman felt like, and it was his primal urge. He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol that was talking, or whether he was in love with Roxane. She was beautiful to look at however, and when the music slowed and she collapsed to the ground in a final spin, Alexander walked over to her.

"King Alexander" she was startled, and almost tripped over as she stood up. Alexander took a hold of her hands, and smiled at her.

"What is your name?" he asked politely, all ready knowing it.

"Roxane" she replied, and blushed. "I know who you are"

"That's reassuring" Alexander laughed, she made him feel at ease, but he knew it must've been difficult for her.

"I'm not sure what it is that brings me to you, right now… but I assure you, it's filled with good intentions" Alexander started rambling, why was he frightened of her?

"I'm sure it is, My King" Roxane smiled, and Alexander took in a deep breath,

"…. There is no easy way of saying this" he was flitting about like a school boy, as Hephaistion watched him, always watching him at arms length,

"I want you …. Even though I barely know you, to be my wife" Alexander said it all at once, that it looked as if she was more confused by the offer than happy,

Roxane turned to her elders who were smiling at her eagerly, insisting that she would marry this young King,

"My King…" she said, and before she could respond Alexander had all ready pulled her close to him and kissed her. Alexander loved the feeling of her breasts against his chest; soft, warm. He tightened his grasp around her as onlookers watched on, stunned by open spectacle.

He then released her, and Roxane felt as if her heart was going to explode into a million pieces.

"I accept" she said without hesitation, as a devastated Hephaistion's hands slipped against the wall he was leaning against.