Simon Riley, a famous gladiator among the many combatants, was invited to fight in one of the biggest tournaments of the Empire. He was known as the deadliest, with the smartest schemes and tactics, and no one could knock him out.

The colosseum buzzed ferociously as he made his way inside the arena, in all his mighty form, his skin filled with the scars of previous matches, the golden metal of his armor glistening under the hot sun of that day. Looking around, he absorbed the cheers from the spectators, before his eyes landed on the terrace of the royals, where you sat next to your father.

Princess of the empire. He had heard from the voices that you held a captivating beauty, that even the Gods and Goddesses envied, and now seeing you there, confirmed everything. As soon as your gazes met, he gave you a small curtsy, his sword digging inside the terrain, his eyes holding a promising win just to have the honor of you crowning him.