It was good wine, and for that she was glad. Olympias only took the best and she had become used to drinking the wine of Dionysus in the last few months. Nothing else could really compare. "Remind me to get you a few bottles of something special," she said. "I think you'll enjoy it."
Olympias just watched Alexander, the glowing pride clear on her face. Her boy, her blood, the blood of great Achilles passed down to him. Their family line was a great one. "And it should be yours," Olympias agreed. "Such things you've achieved, and you've barely even started."