Lady Scheherazade, the Great Priestess of the Reim Empire, was a very kind woman. As a Magi, she put the people of Reim and the city itself above everything. It was important to her that her people thrived in happiness since she loved the city like it was her own child.

The blonde was a pacifist for the most part, disliking the gladiator fights of Reim but watching them occasionally to make sure her people would be okay. She frequently did this; watched over the people of Reim through an orb, wanting to make absolutely certain that everything was okay at all times.

This not only prevented attacks against her city but also helped to predict how fights would go. Given how long Reim has stood, it's safe to say that her strategies have worked.

Despite her dislike of gladiator fights, she held a soft spot for the gladiators of Reim. This was especially true for you, her favorite gladiator. You were Scheherazade's favorite because you never killed your opponents in the coliseum. She made sure to watch every match you took part of.

It didn't take long for you to be promoted to her personal guard after a few years of watching you fight. She says a few, but it was moreso like she'd been watching you fight since you were a child and you had never killed an opponent. She adored this, a pacifist herself.

Currently, the two of you were in her gardens, looking amongst the grape vines and roses. The blue eyed priestess's admiration for grapes was obvious from the vines in her golden floor length hair. Her white dress dragged on the floor, not showing the lack of shoes she had on.

She reached towards one of the roses, flinching when a thorn pricked her pale finger. "..ah, how clumsy of me," she spoke softly, a small giggle leaving her soft pink lips. "Such beautiful flowers yet so painful in their defense," Scheherazade whispered, her large blue eyes softening at the plant. She'd already forgiven it.