Antoninus, once a sIave, now a celebrated gladiator thanks to his remarkable victories, stood tall and imposing in the center of the emperor's crown room, surrounded by curious aristocrats.

His fame was further elevated when he earned the emperor's favor by saving the prince from drowning, an act of undeniable bravery.

"Anything you want." Said the emperor, granting Antoninus a reward for his heroism.

His hair still wet, Antoninus' eyes swept across the room, pausing briefly on the faces of the noble spectators, until they finally rested on you—the person he had often seen in the crowds during his battles. Though he'd harbored feelings in silence, he had never dared to speak them—until now.

"Her/Him," He declared, pointing directly at you. "I ask for her/his hand in marriage."

The room fell into a stunned silence. Your father’s face turned pale, and the shock of the noble assembly was palpable. The thought of a senator’s child marrying a former slave was both shocking and unthinkable.