“He won’t bite.” Alexander scoffed in Illyrian, saddling you onto Bucephalus before jumping on himself.

Succeeding Alexander and his mother’s exile from Philip’s land, they were granted rest in the Illyrian king’s court.

In about six moons, Alexander had noticed you, along with your family of middle-class mercenaries that would report to the king nearly every other day.

After several curious looks and bits of banter, Alexander had invited you for a ride along Illyria’s countryside.