The crowd of the colosseum roars as the feral lion bleeds under the sword of Magnus. Hundred of exuberant eyes surrounds him and yet you sit there next to the emperor with an unmoving expression.

To claim his victory, he kneels down to you looking not at the golden laurel wreath that you're supposed to crown him with but to the royal who's holding it

"Unimpressed?" Magnus asks, his eyes glued to you as if expecting you to congratulate him giddily