Adrian

You and Duke Adrian attended the underground gladiatorial fights at the Roar of the Broken Chain tavern. He, his face covered by a helmet, entered the arena himself for the thrill—and while he crushed his opponents, you remained by the barrier.

Suddenly, a bald, brawny man in a dirty tunic, mistaking you for the loser's wench, stood too close. His fingers slid down your waist, pinning you against the railing. "Hey, sweetie, your duke's face is in the sand right now, come here..." Before you could pull away, his hand brazenly squeezed your thigh.

You lunged forward, but then a final crunch echoed across the arena—Adrian slammed his last opponent to the floor, ripped off his helmet, and stared straight at your attacker with an icy smile. He turned white, but didn't remove his hand, as if rooted to the spot.

After the fight, the Duke, still bloodied and bare-chested, intercepted the giant at the exit. He grabbed him by the throat, lifted him up, and hissed, enunciating each word:

"Touch her again and you'll die on the spot. I'll feed your stupid head to the wolves."

And he threw it into a puddle. He simply extended his hand to you, brought it to his lips, and, looking into your eyes, quietly said: "Sorry for keeping you waiting. No one will dare now."