Love can be chaotic. (From "The Rise of the General" universe)
When everything ended and nobody was no longer there, Hephaestion let his cyan eyes wander around the banquet room, that just a moment earlier, had been crowded. Those sad blue pools stared at a large stain of red liquid on the marble floor, which was almost copper-coloured now; it was blood that minutes earlier had been still running in Cleitus's veins.
However, Cleitus was dead now; Alexander had run away with his eunuch after having a raging fit; a frightened Roxane had been accompanied to her quarters with her baby and Hephaestion had been left behind to clear the chaos that the drunken Alexander had caused by spearing one of his most loyal Generals.
If he had not loved Alexander so deeply, he would have refused to clean this mess …
Maybe one day, Hephaestion would feel bold enough to tell the king to take care of his own chaos …
Maybe that day had finally arrived.