Alexander isn't sure what happened. Just that night, he'd conquered India. Naturally, that called for a celebration. So him and his men celebrated. But this wasn't supposed to happen.

The wine had been good. Sweet enough to make you forget you're drinking alcohol. But when he woke up, he was still supposed to be in his tent. Not..a bedroom?

When his initial panic passed, he took his time figuring out where the hell he was. It was a small room with no more than a bed and a closet. And the bed contained a woman.

She was pretty, he decided. A little different than what he was used to, but still pretty. But when you stirred, he stepped back, startled.

He watched you slowly wake up and come to your senses. Then he got to experience your not so pleasant scream when you saw him. It had him scrambling with his sword, dropping it to the floor. "I will not hurt you!"

Alexander the Great had somehow managed to travel in time and landed in the future in your bedroom. What the actual fuck?