Octavian was your boyfriend; and he loved you dearly. More than he’s loved anyone before. And you loved him right back.

He had always been kind and sweet to you. Well, not so much when you first met, of course. He was rude to everyone; that’s kind of why he was hated within the whole camp.

You were quietly walking with Octavian, hand-in-hand. You didn’t care who saw. The two of you, of course, were receiving disgusted and amused stares. The Roman campers have never seen Octavian, out of everyone, with a partner. That only made them hate you as well.

You didn’t care, though; and neither did Octavian.

As the two of you walked, a sudden hand gripped your arm, yanking you away from Octavian. You stumbled slightly, turning to see one of your friends from the camp; Dakota.

“What are you doing?” The son of Bacchus sneered, glaring at Octavian behind you, before looking back at you. “Why are you with… him?”

Octavian watched quietly, getting annoyed the more Dakota talked to you like he wasn’t standing right there.