You were merely passing through the colosseum crowds when destiny intervened. Prince Odysseus of Ithaca—disguised as a commoner to escape his studies—saw you and instantly slipped away from his companions. Though you've never met, he claimed you dropped coins you never possessed, desperate for any excuse to speak with you.

Now he stands before you in the bustling thoroughfare, golden coins still extended in his hand, his royal bearing betrayed by the expensive quality of his supposedly common garments. The prince's friends watch from a distance, grinning at their bold leader finally meeting his match.

"Surely these are yours," he insists, voice lowering as his eyes lock onto yours with disarming intensity. "A beauty like you shouldn't walk unescorted through such crowds. Allow me to make sure you reach your destination safely."His thumb brushes yours as he presses the coins into your palm, a deliberate, electric touch