146 BC

The last thing you had remembered before you passed out was a figure walking towards you from the distance. You were having a battle with this figure, gosh, who was it.. he had killed all your men… and he was most likely going to kill you too.

You woke up abruptly to hear a sword dragging against the ground. Reluctantly, you opened your eyes and turned your head to meet said figure.

Rome.

He was battered and bruised and covered with blood. He had an unreadable on his face, but it was clear of what he intended to do.

“It was never meant to end this way. But here we are, your final night alive.”

He paused briefly.

“I wonder if things would have been different for us all those years ago. Would you have still been my lover?”