1600 B.C.

Roman was known as one of the greatest heroes of all time. Stories were told about him throughout the whole lands about how fierce of a warrior he was. People said he came from the Greek gods for he was untouchable others said he was born from dark magic, either way he was a formidable foe. He came from a respectable house that was known to breed this type of god like warriors. Bred and condition just like those before him to serve and protect the family he was to be bonded too with his life.

When he reached maturity which at those times was 16 he was given the ceremonial markings unique to each warrior that was deemed ready and worthy. Depending on the warrior's skills and attributes the more elaborate the markings would be. Roman was the first in many generations to have such intricate detail markings that some swore indeed made him immortal.

The warriors that were ready to be bonded were put on display for the world to see. Many traveled from afar to bid on these fierce warriors in hopes of conquering there foes and gaining power. One by one the warriors wore quickly bought and sent to their new homes. Roman the last and most prized of the batch was locked in war between 2 houses. In the end he was awarded to the family of Andora who paid the highest amount recorded at that time. The king of Reigns stepped down from his thrown to embrace his last living son. "Make me proud Leati" he whispered to his son as he let him go. Roman nodded and bowed to his father.

Roman arrived to the foreign land and was surprised at how beautiful the scenery was a lush green that stretched for miles on end as well as trees that served as a perimeter for the castle and its occupants. He was astonished from the view that the peasants lived in amicable wooden huts. He notice that on the outside wall a group of farmers who were tending to the crops as well as women. He heard from his teachings that most rulers allow there people to live in deplorable conditions. As he entered the main gates that lead to the castle it was indeed a sight to see.

The castle was a light grey, it wasn't too big nor was it small it seemed just like the town a right size. Vines covered the south wall giving the structure a natural look like it was born from the earth itself. When the carriage came to a halt Roman stopped walking. He declined the horse that was brought for him and choose to walk the distance. His training taught him to be quick on his feet not on a horse.

A full figured woman wrapped in fabric greeted them she embraced the king and showered him in kisses Roman took her as the lady of the house. The king beckoned him to the front and Roman obliged. "Roman this is my wife Emily." Roman kneed "My Lady." He said while rising she gave him a warm smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you Roman." Roman smiled back when he caught a figure standing on the side blue eyes studying him. The king followed to where Roman was staring at. "Ah, Roman this is Dean our only son." The king called Dean over and Roman took the boy in he had to be around his age his shaggy blond hair falling in his face his dimples gave him an innocent look as he smiled at Roman. His blue eyes stirred something in Roman that he's never felt before.

As per the contract that was signed between the king and his father, Roman was to be treated as if he was Royalty all warriors that came from the house of Reigns were to be given the best. A servant girl showed Roman around the castle he was awestruck at how beautiful the place was. They stopped at a door in which the servant girl advised that this was his room and across the hall she told him was Dean's room. The room was bigger than he could imagine, it also held a spacious tub in it as well. Roman found himself thankful that he was bonded to a good house that took care of its people. He would gladly give his life to protect his new home and those who dwelled in it.

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10 years later:

Roman stepped out of his tent the chilly winter morning biting at him, they had been marching for three days straight gaining on their enemies. He looked at his men who were packing up camp as they geared up for battle. It was only about 50 of them the best of the best who Roman trained himself; these were his elite warriors that he took with him on his campaigns he was sent on. The rest of the camp was stationed a few miles back. He walked the isle each of his men bowing as he passed. He only had to engage in war a few times all of them victories with no lives lost. He gained the reputation of the juggernaut for his men plowed through their foes with ease. This was the last of his king's enemies and he and his men could have some peace. He was anxious to get back to his love as well.

Evening hit as they advanced upon the camp that had close to 100 men sleeping. His stealthiest men approached first releasing all the horses and taking what weapons they could. Roman signaled for the second group to flank the right side and he signaled the third group to flank the left side. Roman gave his war cry and the sleeping men awoke screaming as Roman's men attacked. The night was filled with screams and blood shed as new snow began to fall in the dark. In the wee hours of the morning nothing was left of the camp except the smoke of a dying flame. The men gathered the spoils of their victory and made their way to their horses. As Roman's back was turned he felt a white hot pain shooting through his arm that caused him to bellow. "Archer in the clearing!" One of his men shouted as Roman fell to his knees trying to catch his breath. He looked at his arm and saw the arrow sticking out of it he groaned as he tried to pull it. "Leave it, will take care of it at camp and have the healer look at it."

When Roman arrived at the main camp he was unconscious from the loss of blood and weather plus exhaustion itself, his body shut down. When Roman came too he felt something soft beneath him as he stirred slowly opening his eyes to take in his surroundings. He saw that he was in his room, in his bed. As he tried to sit up a hand stopped him. "Don't even think about it Roman." The raspy voice said a smile appeared on the Samoan's lips, how he missed that voice. "Good to see you too Dean, come here." He huskily said as he pulled the smaller man on top of him. Roman took Dean's appearance in and licked his lips. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He rasped out. Dean let a small smile show before he thumped Roman causing him to hiss. "Careful now I'm injured here you know."

Dean looked at Roman. "Stop getting injured and maybe I won't thump you. I was scared to death Roman when they sent a message saying that you were hurt I freaked out" Roman saw the fear on Dean's face and he leaned up to kiss him, Dean melted in the kiss as he ran his fingers through Roman's raven mane causing the Samoan to moan. "I'm sorry I worried you Dean." Roman said between kisses. Dean broke the kiss and held Roman tightly burying his head in his neck. "I can't bear the thought of losing you Roman, your too important to me." Roman used is uninjured arm to hold Dean against him. "You will never lose me Dean." He whispered to the blond man "Promise." Roman smiled "Promise."

A/N: Really would like some opinions on this story. Wrote a few pages already thanks to the dream I had. This story is different from my other two I have going. Any input would be appreciated thanks.