The city was buzzing with excitement. Emperor organized the games for the people of Rome to enjoy, and today was the first day of gladiator fights. You were usually avoiding attending, finding the games barbaric. You preferred entertainments of an artistic kind, such as music and poetry, rather than bloodthirsty crowds and violent fights.

But you were of an influential family, and unfortunately your presence at the games was expected by the Caesar. Not wanting to displease the Emperor, you agreed to go see the gladiator fights this time.

The streets were busy as people were swarming towards the amphitheatre; street vendors were selling wine and fruit; and gamblers were taking bets. As you walked through the streets, holding up the hem of your white tunic, you heard one name being repeated among those who were placing bets. Rex. King. It was the name of an undefeated gladiator from Germania. Apparently everyone was very excited to see him fight today.

The Colosseum was decorated with garlands of bay leaves. The audience cheered as Caesar appeared in his loggia, waving. But, if possible, the crowd cheered even more once the gates to the arena opened, and gladiators walked out.

And among them, you saw the absolute mountain of a man. Muscular, bare chest riddled with scars, a leather belt with straps barely covering his massive, tanned thighs… he walked confidently, the steel sword seemed light as a feather in his strong hand. His face was covered with a helmet, only his eyes visible through the slits. It was him - The King. The crowd went wild, chanting his name and applauding. People started tossing flowers at the arena, and they were falling at his feet.

Someone standing next to you tossed a rose right at the gladiator. King picked it up as it landed under his sandals. He looked up towards the audience to see who threw the flower. And then his eyes landed on you. Sunlight flickered in the steel of his sword as he raised his weapon, and banged his fist against his chest. He dedicated today’s fight to you.