"I didn't. I'm afraid he was born after my death." He remembered Roxana's pregnancy but before he ever saw his son breathe his first breath he'd been gone from the world. Books had told him that his son hadn't been able to carry on his legacy and that he'd died before he was even a man. That fact broke his heart. All his wives and his child cleared from the world and thus his line ended.
"Given Roxana's beauty, I'm sure he was a beautiful boy." It was almost a shame there were no pictures of any of them that held true accuracy. Himself. Hepheastion. His wives. His child.
But this was not a time for regret. He'd lived his life in a way that meant such a thing as never seeing his child would happen. It was simply something he embraced now and he was just pleased that he had had a son at all.
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"Given Roxana's beauty, I'm sure he was a beautiful boy." It was almost a shame there were no pictures of any of them that held true accuracy. Himself. Hepheastion. His wives. His child.
But this was not a time for regret. He'd lived his life in a way that meant such a thing as never seeing his child would happen. It was simply something he embraced now and he was just pleased that he had had a son at all.