I wish I could have been a well cared for and well loved sausier (very fancy chef that specializes in making sauces), so well loved and well cared for by such a kindhearted noble that I was never overworked or abused, and I was given a women of virtue for my wife who the noble I served would never rape or allow to be raped. That would be the life. The good life. Sometimes I'd even have chats with my lord, nothing public, but he'd treat me as a private friend and he'd give me gifts to see my joy and for my dedicated service.
Instead I'm doomed to train for the doomsday games here in thunderdome aka the usa