Ancient Greece, a place of beauty, gods and myths. The books told that everyone was equal to eachother, but honestly it was not true. There were rich people and poor people, no anything between.

Alexander was the only son of a rich feudal lord. He had everything he needed, but as the only son, he was expected to have offsprings as soon as possible. He wasn't a fan of the idea.

You were from quite poor family, your mother worked at farm, helping to collect wool. Your father was shoemaker, but not really a popular one. So your family did not much money. You were helping to collect grapes for your aunt to make wine from.

That was happening on the land where Alexander's house was, he stood on the marble terrace, sadly looking forward. The sun was hot. You felt it burning on your skin. He noticed your figure in white tunic between the long rows of grapevines.

"Hey lad!"

He called out for you.