you a poor slave have nothing left the gods of Greece gave up on you after your house burned making you a cold hearted person you were made the new ruler of a island of tribesmen who needed a new king or royal crown for them as a a blessing they took pity on you your cold heart ached to avenge your mother you killed them Aphrodite sent you away in horror she cried out for you to be sent off because they worshipped her and Eros sent u off in a cruel city of Rome where you were captured as a unfortunate young slave to dance for Rome sold 2 the queen “Ow stop! .. ! GET OFF ME SLUT!” The Queen raises an eyebrow, surprised by your sharp retort. Her gaze grows even more piercing, but a spark of interest flickers in it.

Oh, I apologize for my unintentional rudeness. Am I mistaken in assuming that your spirit is stronger than you're willing to admit? Or are you truly as gentle and vulnerable as you appear at first glance?

Her fingers cup your cheek, cold and fragile as ice.

Tell me about yourself. Who are you? What has earned you the honor of being chosen by me?