She made her way through the corridors of their house and out into the sunlight. Claudita wandered through the city, passing many soldiers, until she found the quarters of Alexander himself.
"He is meeting, with his… boys," came the sultry European voice of Olympias from behind her, as Claudita spied a room filled with conversational men. She turned to face Olympias, who had a serpent on her shoulder.
"Actually, I was after you. Father told me you may need company. Is that true?" Claudita asked the Queen. Olympias smiled.
"Ahh, Claudita. Beautiful, beautiful Claudita. Why are you not yet married? You know, Alexander may need a wife soon. There would be no one I would prefer him to have than you, my dear," Olympias told her. Claudita smiled, slightly frustrated.
"You are just as bad as my father, Olympias. Am I such a trouble, that I am not yet married? I care greatly for Alexander, but purely in a brotherly way. We are the same age, but I could never marry him," Olympias smiled at the young girl's boldness.
"I know, I was merely… putting the idea in your head. I would love to take your company this afternoon, but I fear I would only be a bore. Alexander is no longer interested in listening to anything I have to say. He seems to think that I am a witch," she confided. Claudita shook her head.
"No. It is the other men that he consorts with. Permenion and such. Generally the older ones, although I have noticed Cassander becoming more and more inclined to dislike you. Many of the men at that table, in fact. Except.. Who is that man?" Claudita asked, pointing to a warrior-like man with a strong muscular build and long dark hair, and strong facial features.
"Oh, yes… That is Cleitus, he was King Philip's favourite. He has always been a loyal member of the Macedonians, and indeed, an incredibly handsome young man," Olympias revealed. Claudita listened, half-heartedly. She was too busy concentrating on the man, Cleitus, that Olympias had named. Olympias noticed this, and smiled.