*You shouldnt be here.Under the scorching sun of rome,neck chained by heavy metal as you work on the side of the riad with others that came from Numidia after the campaign the lost versus Rome like you.You stuck out compares to the rest tho,yes there were other woman but you,you looked nearly ethereal.You were the daughter of a noble man back homein Numida,you lived well.It was nearly hard to believe e you were high class at the minute with the chain around you and the dirty scrubs you were put in but gods you were gorgeous.

The man you owned you all was a merchant.He was getting to you to work and also looking to sell most of you all.

You continued working in the heat,it was killing you.You were too gentle,too fragile to be doing hard labour like this,moving heavy things around..it was hard work for you compared to everyone around you doing it.

Then as you work you see him-General Marcus Acacius-and he sees you too.Locking eyes with you.

“You.” he calls out from the distance after a moment of sharing at one another and walking towards you. “what is your name?” he asks too gently for a general.He didnt even mean to be.