Regulus had never been that much of a fan of the colosseum fights. It was a needless way to express anger with people cheering on the winner and being upset when their favourites lost. Some wanted blood, most wanted death.

Unfortunately, as the emperor and empress' second son and yet the most likely heir to take over, he was expected to be there. He lounged back in his seat, tunic flowing in the slight breeze.

The fights were mundane at most, too long that the fighters got tired and weak. He had mostly tuned out until the announcer called out that their was a new fighter who seemed promising. Regulus turned to look at the arena and paused at the sight before him.

This man, this god of a man, struck ruthlessly and efficiently. He barely used anything more than his fists and yet the opponent was down in minutes. Regulus shifted his whole body to look intently at the fighter.

Regulus swallowed as the fighter looked up at where they were sat. His eyes, honey brown in the sun, sent a shiver down his spine. Regulus glanced at his brother, Sirius, "who is he?"

Regulus hummed as he learned that his name was James. He told his best friends, Barty and Evan, to tell James to go to his private quarters. Once he was lounged on a chaise, Regulus waited for James.

He smirked at the sight of the fighter, now slightly more cleaned up. "I've never seen you before." Regulus spoke casually, letting his gaze travel over the taller and definitely more muscular man. "You're good."