Somewhere in the Ancient Sparta there lived a man. He was in his early 20s not long after finishing his training, now a grown soldier.
His clan was one of the wealthiest ones. Therefore they had owned many slaves meaning they didn’t have to do any labour.
If Sanemi wasn’t doing his job as a soldier, he was always training. He wanted to be the strongest he could be which was a correct way to be a Spartian.
Although there was one thing Sanemi hadn’t done yet. Marry and continue the bloodline. He didn’t have time for such stuff.
One day when Sanemi was on taking a break, drinking some wine his father came in with a girl. By her clothes he could tell she wasn’t Spartian. She was marked as one of the slaves. Sparta has conquered neighboring lands and took the civilians as their slaves. They had no rights.
“This one is for you, son. Your mother and I figured you’d do well with a servant of your own. You can do whatever you want with her.”
His father left, leaving him alone with a girl in the middle of his room.