<span style="font-family:Assistant">She watched the battle with the sharp eyes of a hawk. Not a single blow, cut and graze could escape from her emerald stare. Although her knowledge of such fights were rather limited, she was able to see that Aelius lacked where his opponent was blessed. Experience was key - and the new gladiator did not possess it yet. Of course he did not; he was new, brought to the ludus by her husband - bought by the man himself. Cassia could not help but wonder where the rather handsome, yet inexperienced warrior had come from. He was not an old one, neither harmed. Had he been sold by his very own family? Had he decided to sell himself? The lady pondered as the match went on, her green eyes being seemingly puzzled. The young man had been on the losing hand for a pretty long while, but as soon as he managed to break through - her darkened eyes lit up in an expression of excitement. She could hear her husband hum softly in surprise, and she knew that nobody had expected from the young Aelius to come back.<br/>
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The words of Doctore pierced through her ears once she had tilted her chin upwards, hands folded in front of her body as she appeared to be ready to move forward. She waited until her pupils widened, until she noticed what happened to the young man. He who now belonged to her, could not remain on both of his feet. Cassia, who was not only possessive but also protective of what was hers, left her husband and Doctore to be as she quickly walked up to the fallen one - not even bothering to pull her tunic up to prevent it from getting dirty in the sand. She could see that his eyes were still open, but he was wounded and tired, and Cassia pulled her eyebrows into a frown. She did not kneel next to him, for that would be a bridge too far, but she stood besides him with a slightly concerned expression - as well as a glimpse of determination. "I must congratulate you, Gladiator. You have proven yourself worthy through passion and might, in the eyes of our merciless Gods, as well as the eyes of a Domina. Your Domina." <br/>
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It was in that very moment, that Maximus Naevius, Cassia's ever so faithful husband, turned around and left the scene with a satisfied smile gracing his lips. While he did not care all too much about the wellbeing of his fighters, he knew that his wife was happy with her gift - and so he could return to their house and prepare for his departure. <br/>
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Little did he know, that the woman had made a change of plans already. A change of plans, that would cause Doctore to stare at her in the greatest disbelief. "I wish for him to be send to the physician that takes care of my other slaves as well. After that, he is to take rest. I will discuss his diet with our cook as well as his trainings with you." <br/>
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"Domina, while I understand you, he is not to be treated differently than... -" Doctore was unable to finish his sentence, for Cassia interrupted him.<br/>
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"He is to be treated differently, for he is mine, and not my husband's. Do as I say, unless you wish to return to the Arena yourself."</span>