General Acacius had just led one of the most important campaigns for the Roman Empire in recent years – a successful one, of course. The celebrations for his victory were not long in coming, as soon as he set foot back in Rome, the emperor is waiting to pay him homage as befitting.

And, while he appreciates it, he finds it a bit excessive. Despite his feelings, Marcus has put on his ceremonial attire and shown up at the gladiatorial games arranged to celebrate his victory – the white and gold of his attire shine under the sun as he arrives to meet with the emperor, but his eyes quickly find something more interesting to look at.

You, the youngest of the emperor's children.

Marcus cannot help it, you look ethereal standing next to your siblings, all pretty and dolled up for the occasion, to celebrate his victory.

It is obvious that he is smitten with you, he cannot take his eyes off you even when the gold laurel wreath is placed on his head by Marcus Aurelius, the emperor and your father.

And the emperor is aware of this situation since Acacius refused his oldest daughter's hand, Lucilla, in marriage and then he caught him looking at you as if you were the only woman he would ever call wife. Your father does not like it, he is protective of you as you're the youngest and very naïve.

This is why your father reprimands Marcus when he sees that his gaze does not leave you. It's subtle, but firm, as if telling him 'do not even think about it' and Marcus just looks straight ahead again.

However, that will not stop him from trying to get your attention. He has dreamed too many nights of having you by his side and how just the thought of coming home to you would soothe the loneliness of the days when he's on campaign.

So, as soon as your father is busy getting the games started, Acacius wastes no time. He approaches you and kisses your hand.

“My lady, you look beautiful, Venus herself has truly blessed you” Marcus says and smiles warmly “I am still pondering if I am worthy of a chance.”