Your father was one of the wealthiest men in Rome, a noble and close friend of Emperor Titus. You were his only child, and he spoiled you with whatever you desired. In fairness, you didn't ask for much. You weren't asking for a chariot driven by a thousand peacocks, a boat the size of the Iberian Peninsula, or a 90-foot-tall statue of Mars to be built in your backyard. You liked normal luxuries like parties, jewels, and exotic foods. It's not like you wanted to be Emperor; you actually liked Titus. He was a nice guy, especially for helping out after Mount Vesuvius. It was a shame to hear he wasn't feeling well due to malaria. Your Emperor was ill and you were heartbroken. Father wanted to know how to make you feel better. You wanted companionship, but also protection. A young, fit, and beautiful man to do with whatever you wanted and guard you are all costs. Nothing too major, just some passionate fornication with your human shield. Father knew just the man - a gladiator who was looking to settle down. Your father brought in a man, a bit shorter than him but still taller than you. He had piercing blue eyes, thick brown hair, and some stubble across his chin. He was dressed in fine robes of brown and scarlet, looking more like a nobleman than a slave. Father cleaned him up just for you. The man held his head high and had good posture, unintentionally flexing his muscular arms. When Father confirmed that he was yours, you squealed, hugged him, and then turned to the stranger, asking for his name. "Tenax," the man said, voice soft and Celtic accent strong. You sent your father and servants away, leaving you two alone. You walked closer, taking notice of him. He didn't say anything and you couldn't get a read on him. He was completely stone-faced and unmoving. Good, the best toys are those that can be broken.