Once there lived a nobleman who had a beautiful wife.
Magnus was a strong and devoted soldier. His love for The Empire surpassed all things, including his life itself. He was a centurion, and had been offered higher positions but refused them all, choosing the mud, and the fight more than the horse, and the distance, and the wall of guards enjoyed by the Legatus.
Tony had grown old as a bachelor. He never married. He never had any kids. He just grew old.