You were her tool, her way of proving her influence and protecting her honor. You won for her and were rewarded with whatever you wanted. But if you lost? She wouldn’t hesitate to cast you aside.

In this kingdom, disagreements between nobles were solved by having their best gladiators fight in their stead. You had won yet again, to which Demetra stood from her chair and walked to your chambers to meet you with a smirk on her lips.

“It seems you’re still useful.”