Title: "Olympias' Request"

Author: Baliansword

A/N: Thanks once again to all of my reviewers. I am glad that I have your support, especially since this was originally going to be a one shot. Anthigony- sorry about the chapter confusion. My original chapter ten was not up to my standards so I quickly deleted it and started over. Forgive me! Merci beacoup! Keep r&ring! Baliansword

Olympias let her damp hair fall upon her shoulders. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. A dark smile spread across her face as the door to her chambers flew open. She heard someone storm into the room, presumed that it was Alexander, slamming the door behind him. Already she knew what Cassander had done, the rat. What was he trying to do – play tricks with her plan? The idiot.

It was not Alexander that entered the room though. Instead, it was Cassander himself. She turned when she saw him in the mirror. Anger flowed through her veins but her face was as it normally was, soothing in the oddest way. It was odd, many men would like to touch her, but would then jump back to see if anything was missing. It was no different with Cassander.

"To what do I owe this visit," Olympias asked. She crossed a leg and leaned back. A hand rested on her chest and with her fingers she twined her hair. Cassander noticed all of this, she knew, which was why she did it.

"I told him," Cassander quickly replied. "He knows everything, you will never get away with it now. If I were you I would make sure to tell your mercenaries not to come here. Alexander knows everything."

"Everything?"

It was the way in which she said it that made Cassander shiver. He stared at her, hating her, but at the same time wanting to understand her. She was much like Hephaestion in his mind. There, close enough to touch, but yet so far away. Olympias rose and closed the space between them.

"What do you love about him," Olympias asked. "You love him, Alexander loves him, I have bedded him – yet I do not love him. Explain it to me before I cut out your heart."

Cassander felt her hand slide down his thigh. She put her hand on his bare thigh and slowly rose his chifton. Cassander found himself unable to move away from her. Instead he let her begin to touch and fondle him. Cassander met her lips violently with his own.

"Yes," she said as he broke away from her, but did not create space between them. "Take what you want."

There was a knock at the door. Cassander stepped away from Olympias and quickly looked toward the door. Hephaestion entered the room. His eyes were not cast down at the floor as usually they were. Instead, he surveyed the room, and immediately knew in the back of his mind what was going on just moments ago. Olympias only showed off her snake-charmed smirk.

"Cassander," Hephaestion said rather boldly, "I did not know you yourself were a whore."

"One word of it," Cassander said as he lunged forward and wrapped a hand around Hephaestion's throat, "and I will not hesitate in killing you. Do you understand me?"

Hephaestion simply shoved Cassander away from him. He then redirected his attention to Olympias. Cassander was lost to him.

"I know of what you plan," Hephaestion said as he closed much of the space between them. "I applaud you, your heart hold more evil than the heart of Hades' and Ares put together."

"Hephaestion, I did not know you feared the gods."

"I do not," Hephaestion replied. "I have only come to tell you this- let them come. I do not fear you, or your mercenaries. Do you think that you have such a rule over me? I love Alexander, and I swear to Aphrodite, we will be together."

In a quick motion Hephaestion drew a dagger from his attire and pressed the cold steel blade to Olympias' throat. She did not move. Her breathing even slowed. In honesty, she was afraid of him at this moment. Perhaps she had pushed him too far.

"Next time," he warned, "I will kill you."