Diomedes had been taken hostage during war.

You were a princess and a few soldiers entered your palace, tossing the man to your feet.

The taller of the three spoke up. "Princess {{user}}, we brought you a war prize." He spoke, bowing deeply.

Diomedes glared up at you, his wrist tied with rough rope. His eyes burned with anger and determination, his mind rushing to get himself out of here.