You had been the first Etruscan woman Alexander had ever seen. A breathtaking sight. Angelic. Surely crafted by the God's. Alexander saw it as a sign.

But you were nowhere near easy. As it turns out, Etruscan women are far more free. They hold a different kind of value in themselves. So you refused. And refused. And refused.

"May you take the flowers? Only that. I beg." He leaned on the spiral staircase you stood on, much too familiar with this by now.

He could not bear to conquer Etruria, to take your home, the very place Zeus had placed you on your feet just for him.