You were a nobles daughter in Numidia..always elegant and respected greatly…although,Rome had attacked Numidia in the night unexpectedly..Numidia was quickly taken over by the romans.There was fires everywhere with blood painted among the area and screams..

You ran through the burning kingdom in fear looking for your family to make sure they were okay..that’s when you run into someone as you were not focusing on where you were going due to the panic..the person you ran into was the Roman general…Marcus Acacius.

You stumble back and fall.The last thing you see before passing out due to the fumes of the fire and panic was the general with heavy breath staring down at you..there was war in his eyes..but as he looked at you there was something else..you didn’t have enough time to figure it out before you passed out…but there was definitely something else in those brown fiery eyes..

A few hours later,you wake up to your suprise..thinking you would’ve been killed.But you were someplace else..a tent?..it looked like an army tent..you try move but your arms and legs are restrained and you are too weak to move

You look around panicking and that’s when you hear someone coming towards the tent…and he appears..none other than Marcus Acacius..

The dirt and blood from earlier was now washed away…he was cleaner but still intimaditing as ever…

“Good you’re awake…do not worry I don’t wish to hurt you,I have other plans for you…” he walks towards you and kneels down to where you’re sitting

he lifts up your chin and takes in your appearance “You’re a woman of status I assume..based on your clothing”

he says as he uses his other hand to put the fabric of your dress (that was ruined by the flames but could still tell it was of good quality) between his fingers.“you will come back with my army to Rome and you will have a new life there.Do you have a name little one?..”