"Ah, Cleitus my boy, come in, come in," Costas welcomed, and Cleitus entered the room, sitting down in a chair opposite the old general. "What may I do for you?" Costas asked.
Never had Cleitus been asked such a question without wholly knowing the answer to it. It was simple.
"General Costas, I apologise for the impulsiveness of my actions, but I must speak my mind, or in this case, my heart. I come to ask, for your daughter," Cleitus began. Costas face bore an enormous grin. Finally, someone had come for his daughter, and a man that he would be proud to call his son.
"Why, Cleitus. This is slightly unexpected, but if you are asking for my daughter's hand then…"
"Yes, I wish to marry Claudita. I hope I am able to make her happy. We will have a comfortable home, and she will still be able to have the lifestyle to which she is accustomed. She is beautiful, and I wish her to be the mother of my children. I do not care if they are sons or daughters. I am in love with her, general." Cleitus finished. General Costas could not have been more happy. He had never heard such good news.
"Yes. I give you permission to marry my daughter, Cleitus. And I welcome you as my son," Costas told him, standing to hug the younger man.
"She has not said yes, yet," Cleitus responded.
"I know my daughter, Cleitus. She will, she will,"
Claudita and Cleitus arrived in Alexander's quarters for dinner, and it was a lovely meal. During which, Cleitus had discreetly met with Alexander to tell him of his upcoming proposal to Claudita.
"Well that certainly was quick. We shall arrange for a wedding by the end of the week. Oh my Cleitus, married at last. You are approaching 30. I am so happy for you. You have my blessing, forever Cleitus. You and Claudita are a perfect match," Cleitus smiled, and took the elaborate ring that Alexander had given him. He wanted to have a private moment with Claudita, and then make the proposal.