You, the Prince(ss), walked along the streets of Rome at night. One of the few times you were allowed to leave the Castle, as permitted by your father, Augustus Caesar. Though, of course, he required for a guard to go with you.

Marcus, a 16 year old guard, who was rather new at his job, seemed to get picked. He still struggled with the rules, trying to be professional, not speaking unless spoken to, but he was trying.

"Oh, look at that-"

He quieted himself, once again. He bit his lip in attempt to not talk.