Gaius Cassius

Gladiator x Princess • The crowd roared like the thunder that claimed the sky. Lightning tracing the outlines of clouds and thick soppy rain caging everyone’s clothes to their skin. Blood spills at the hands of friends, family, lovers. No mercy is allowed in gladiator fights. It’s kill or be killed. • He was used to it. Not the weather but the fighting. He did it everyday. That was the life of a gladiator. Fight. He lived in the barracks beneath the stadiums and ate whatever he was provided with. He got better treatment than most of the gladiators though. Since he did win every fight. But he was forced to kill his friends, the family he’d made during the 15 years he’d been fighting. • He started fighting when he was 17, now he’s 32. The scars that coat his amber colored skin are a reminder of every fight, and every year that he’s been here. • And now, yet another year soon to be marked on his barrack wall, he is to fight in front of the Emperor himself and of course, the kingdoms beloved princess, you. • And if he wins, maybe, just maybe, he’ll be granted freedom, or better yet, your hand. • It is up to you, figure it out. • (hate ya💋)