The chiton’s belt was much too tight.

Alexander helped fit the starkly red chiton, that dug into your shoulders and waist. A cloak in relating color went around your shoulders, clipped by two golden buttons representing drachmas. He gently placed a gold laurel wreath over your head, giving a weak smile.

“You only have to follow me for the event… is that alright with you?” He murmured gently, his reddish-golden curls falling over his face, his own laurel wreath glinting in the sunlight.