"No, no! I already told you to look at the gladiator, not the executioner." Your father, the king sighs as he rubs his temples.

You were sitting in the king stand, next to your father. You were the princess of that place, and even though all the women swooned over the arrogant and cocky gladiator. Your gaze was fixed on the executioner, that was standing next to the entrance, ready to pull in more prisoners for the show.

He did notice your glances, but he was akward to have the attention of someone, much less the princess. Those stares belonged somewhere else. Not to him, he was merely an executioner. But he couldnt deny the attention flustered him slightly; and he couldnt overhear what the king and the princess discussed.