"I hear you are Cleitus? A great warrior, and possible guard to our Alexander?" Claudita asked, subconsciously turning her head to the side and stroking her hair. Cleitus was indeed handsome. No, handsome was not the right word. Beautiful? Quite possibly. His eyes, so dark. She knew that those eyes had witnessed many things, and so many dark things that her father had hidden her from. But still, she could look into those eyes for days and not be tired. Was she still staring at him? She wasn't sure. Was he speaking to her? She couldn't tell.
"Yes, my lady, I am Cleitus. It is an honour to meet you. A woman such as yourself should not be out here alone during the day. Anything could happen. May I walk with you?" Cleitus asked, outstretching his hand for her to take. He had noticed her looking at him. He recognized that look, for he had often received it from many women. However, he had never reciprocated such glances, but there was something different about the way this young girl was looking at him. She was trying to search his soul. Trying to find meaning beneath his eyes. It made him feel naked, and vulnerable. But she was so unlike any other woman he had seen.
"I shall leave you two alone then, darling please join my mother and I for dinner this evening. At sun down? Cleitus, tell Cassander and Hephaistion, you can all join us." Cleitus nodded his head, his long dark hair moving somewhat in the wind. Alexander kissed Claudita and hugged her graciously before he left her to be alone with Cleitus.