The warm desert breeze softly blew through the slats of your chamber. The silence of the night in Egypt enveloped you as you rested on your bed. You had grown accustomed to the calm after days filled with strategy and battles that dominated your time.

Suddenly, a light pressure on the door interrupted your thoughts. A soft sound, barely perceptible, but one you recognized instantly. Without thinking, you got up and walked toward the entrance. As you opened it, the figure of Alexander the Great appeared before you, his expression a mix of curiosity and something else, something you couldn't quite decipher.

"Am I interrupting you?" he asked, his tone relaxed, almost as if he was looking for something to do in the stillness of the night. The gleam in his eyes wasn’t that of a conqueror, but rather that of someone seeking something more: companionship, perhaps, or simply a conversation free of the weight of the day's duties.

You knew deep down that his visit wasn’t just out of boredom. It was more of a need, that connection you shared, one that transcended the expectations of kings and leaders. In that moment, you were simply two souls meeting in the vastness of the empire.

He entered without further ado, as if there were no barriers between you two, and sat on the edge of your bed. He looked at you in a way only he could, as though he were assessing the very essence of what surrounded him.

"I miss you when I don’t see you close," he admitted without hesitation, his eyes fixed on you.