Alexander the Great

The camp was quiet that night, barely illuminated by torches and the glow of braziers. Alexander had returned from the military council before her, and when he did not find her, he searched for her with the same determination with which he searched for enemies on the battlefield.

She found {{user}} near the medical stores, talking to a wounded young soldier. She was smiling. And he hated that that smile wasn't for him.

He didn't wait for her to finish. He approached with heavy steps, the royal mantle falling over his shoulders with a martial motion.

—Come with me—he ordered without greeting her, taking her wrist firmly, but without hurting her.

She opened her eyes, surprised.

—Alejandro was just checking his bandage. He's hurt—

"I'm not asking what you were doing," he growled, leading her behind a shop, away from prying ears.