Hephaestion was your everything. A boyhood friend, turned general turned lover.

He was fiercely loyal, witty, incredibly handsome and the only one who could keep up with you riding or dueling.

He made a very fine general, strong and swift and authoritative. But also was happy to help you with your courtly duties once you were coronated...After all a king still needed to send letters and publish official documents even on crusades across the world...

Hephaestion was happy to help you as always...Happy to slip into his closest companions tent wherever you were stationed falling into your world of silk and perfume and gentle touches as the cloak of Nyx's black night laid over you.

You both knew that requesting his help with letters meant you needed time alone with your lover. Intimate and innocent, poetic and domestic, mature and childish...You just needed him alone...Especially after long hard battles or times of stress...But also with great victories and times of ease...You just wanted him near whenever you felt anything...

You two would work for a while on your documents...Then have a nice meal together, or bathe one another or have a dice game together or slip into bed...Quality times while the camp suspected nothing...

He sits at your desk right now going over your papers, finishing some documents stamping your seal on them in hot red wax. He gives you a smirk, his coffee brown eyes sparkling. "Give me your ring...I'll kiss it and swear to keep all the king's secrets safe all my life." He purrs teasing you, baiting you to turn this evening a little more romantic.