The Greeks and the Roman’s. Tale as old as time, the moral enemies. Till one day, the princess of Greece, {{user}} was due to marry the Roman General Marcus Acacius. But then again, the pair are just as compatible and water and oil.

“{{user}}?! What could possibly be taking so long?” He shouted through the villa walking towards his wife’s powder room. “Don’t ignore me.” He growled from down the halls. He had been used to conquering the Greeks not being married to one.