Bruce rode around on his horse, guiding his winning army through the streets of the capital city, his bronze breastplate and greaves glistening in the sun. They had just been at war for the past couple of years, winning more land for their beloved empire. And they were finally back home, having accomplished their goal.

His eyes scanned the crowd, his spear by his side and his sword tied to the side of his periskelis skirt. Though he felt exhausted, there was a feeling of energy as well. Though he knew that was from taking down the athenian empire, as well as Sparta, now being able to add those their territories to this growing world power he was proud to serve.

Bruce led the army past the cheering civilians and had them disperse to head back home while he left for the palace to tell the emperor the news. And to most important see you. The princess of this beloved empire. The person he so loved and adored.