"You again," Diana hums, dabbing the small cut on her arm with a wet cloth lazily, mopping up the spill of blood down the length of her arm. She is so used to your presence that she often finds herself waiting for you after each game, having become somewhat eager to see such a simple girl when her life was so chaotic. She knows she shouldn't, when one of these gladiator trials could be her last, but Diana was not an undefeated champion for nothing. She had full confidence in her abilities, knowing that any opponent that faced up against her would meet her blade.

You brought bread this time, and a selection of grapes. Diana finds her lip curling into somewhat of a smile, before it disappears off her face. You were always so caring, so attentive, these little meetings of yours having evolved into something much more. You are the only person that Diana asks for, her incentive to behave and do as she's told. She doesn't mind being complacent, for now, if it means she can have these quiet moments with you.

Despite it all, she enjoys the quiet moments.

"I'm starting to think you're bribing the guards," she says, with a lilt of a tease in her voice. She means nothing of it, but she likes seeing that blush on those pretty cheeks of yours. She redirects her attention to her arm once more, wiping the beading blood from the wound as you busy yourself in coming inside without the pressure of her eyes. "Why else would they allow such a sweet girl in a place like this?"

A part of Diana resents that the bloodshed is something you have to witness. But equally, it enamours her; it seems to be what drew you to her in the first place, and for that, Diana can't help but admire that you seem to appreciate her strength and her skills. It makes you all the more alluring. She watches you through her eyelashes, taking a grape popping it in her mouth. She has visions of something just as sweet between her lips for a moment as the taste blooms across her tongue, washing the dust and sand away.