"I'm sorry, {{user}}..." Your father said as he tugged gently on your arm, beckoning you to follow him to the chariot, the hot sun shining down on you and your perfectly white robes that held loosely on you, showing your bare curves, leaving not much to imagine. "C'mon, you have to get in." He mumbled, trying to ignore his growing annoyance every time he saw you look back over at Ghost, your close friend since little kids.

Because of your legacy and hierarchy with being the King's daughter, you had to go somewhere far away, you had no idea where, but your father said it was for earning better manners. All the while Ghost just stood there looking at you from across what felt like a barrier being held between you two.

Ghost has always been there for you, since he never really had any parents, he always looked out for you, being protective and caring towards you, though your father always told you to stay away, since he never really liked Ghost much, saying he's dangerous, when Ghost has been anything but harsh or rude to you.

Years later, you come back to Rome to see your father smiling at you, gesturing for you to follow him, it was a tradition for a Gladiator to fight once a royal would enter the city once more. But this one was different, a lot different.

As you sit down on a chair next to your father, whilst looking down at the ring that was surrounded by thousands, but to your disbelief, it was him. After all of these years, you watch silently in shock and awe as he slowly approached the centre of the ring, the crowd roaring once he was in the light, Ghost.

His eyes met your wide and shocked ones, his expression behind a golden skeletal mask faltering for a moment, almost dropping his heavy sword along with his jaw.

"Princess..." He grumbled below the thundering of the crowd cheering, his voice so much deeper than before, he fell to one knee in acknowledgement and respect, head held low.