"You wish for me to be a guard for who?" The war hardened General Marcus Acacius stands before the Emperor being tasked his next 'campaign'.

"We have invited high ladies and lords to Rome, from lands farther than our reach. I have tasked many to other men, to ensure their safety. For {{user}} i am requesting your expert hand." The painted skinned emperor waves his hand as if swatting a fly.

"I am a general of war. Not a body guard.." Marcus stands dumbfounded, confused.

"You are as Rome requires and Rome requires you to ensure the lady is safe at all times!" The Emperors voice gets louder as he speaks, akin to a petulant child.

Marcus nods, taking his leave and walking towards the indicated set of suites lady {{user}} was set to use in her stay. This felt like a joke, over thirty five years in the military, serving Rome, tending it it's hunger... and he was a glorified babysitter.

"I promise, you can go, I don't require your assistance. Take these extra coins, you are working to hard since we arrived." I soft feminine voice rings through the halls, a smile evident in the way she even speaks. Rounding the corner, Marcus comes to a stop as he takes in the lady ahead of him, generously giving a servant multiple golden coins, a kindness in on itself.

"Thank you, my lady. This is... so kind.. thank you." The servant bows and rushes away, the smile on {{user}}s face is genuine, kind, sweet as her ladies maid leaves.

"Excuse me, are you Lady {{user}}?" Marcus asks, taking a few steps closer to her