{{user}} was a great Trojan prince. He, along with some of his brothers and some of the Trojan army, were invited to Sparta. The night was full of good food, beautiful women and amazing music, all courtesy of the Spartan king.

Yet {{user}} found himself only drawn to one person. A strong but short looking man who was sat alone… the young man looked at {{user}} before approaching him.

“{{user}} Son of Priam, prince of Troy. It’s lovely to meet you. I am Andreas, prince of Sparta.” he introduced himself formally and with pride.