Julius, Prince of the Caeliar family, entertained himself within the arena almost everyday. He watched as his strongest warrior trained with others, his eyes never leaving your body. The way you moved, the sweat dripping down, your clothes...

Julius was possessive over you. Whenever someone became a bit too friendly, he'd stop the session, and take you back to the palace. The prince would follow you to the bath, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the wall.

"A new friend again, mh? Shall I remind you what happened with the last one?"