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The crowds pressed back as the Imperial entourage emerged from the gates, and with a deft twist and stamp of her foot, Hilda left Camerinus hopping and cursing. Surely the barbarian woman should be easy to spot, but she had disappeared into the throngs.
The retinue moved through the parting of the crowds, some people drifting closer whilst others gave them a wide berth, but always under the wary eyes of the prince's guards. As Hilda closed the distance and began to walk alongside she was given wary looks by both the slaves and the Palatines, but it wasn't until she called out to the young man in their midst that the nearest guard began to take a real interest, lowering the tip of his spear in her direction. Unlike Camerinus, who was happy to waste time and create annoyance to while away the boredom of gate duty, this fellow's expression suggested that he was all business.
"Move off!" He snapped at the barbarically dressed woman, and made as though to make his point with the point of his spear.
"Stop." The word wasn't loud, but it carried and held a certain gravitas, the authority of someone who was accustomed to being obeyed. The retinue paused, and the slaves parted slightly to allow the man in the purple-edged tunic and snowy toga a better view, without actually making it easy for Hilda to get to him thanks to the spear in her way. He had dark hair and blue eyes, and was a few years younger than the woman herself. "From across the Rhine?" He echoed. That was beyond the Empire's borders, despite their best efforts. She didn't exactly have the trappings of a formal visitation, but Tiberius was quite prepared to see opportunities in unusual places. Sometimes he looked for them. "You speak Latin very well then. Who are your people?" He asked. How far across the Rhine?
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And that will happen quickly, will it? If I write a letter?
The smug grin on Camerinus's face strongly suggested that it wouldn't. But whatever his compatriot's discomfort, he was having fun and could do this all day. The angrier barbarian woman got the funnier she was.
Because what I have to say can't wait.
"Oh, well, it must be important then." Said Camerinus with all the conviction of someone with a tame whale for sale. Behind him, other members of the Palatine Guard started to open the Palace gates for someone inside, but he was more intent on keeping Hilda out. "So, how many people should I say will die if you don't see the Emperor right now?" He grinned, oblivious to the fact that he could well be the first. Everyone's concern was an emergency in their eyes, and as far as he was concerned very few of them actually were. Caesar dealt with real emergencies, like civil uprisings, food scarcity and potential invasions. If this woman was the forward vanguard of an invading army, he reckoned they were pretty safe.
The gates swung wide and a gaggle of people emerged, including another man in the Palatine uniform, and several dressed in the simple manner of high class slaves. In their midst was a slim figure in a toga with heavy purple borders. The two guards before Hilda glanced in their direction, before Camerinus yelled "Make way!" And began to move back, automatically grabbing Hilda by the arm as he did so to prevent her accosting what looked to be the Imperial prince and his retinue.
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It was the first time Tiberius thought he'd ever seen Jason other than collected and subservient. It was an interesting experience, but it was also a warning. Tiberius had wondered at the wisdom of stripping slaves of their identity and links to their past, of disregarding their learning and skills, and as Jason spoke of honour and being the son of a chief, he understood why it was done. Connections to the past were connections to a time when they were entitled to pride and honour, which his bodyslave no longer was. The young Imperial observed this little display with outward dispassion but inwardly there was a certain amount of concern. It was a situation which needed to be handled with care.
"A simple 'no' would have sufficed, Jason." Came the mild rebuke, as Tiberius followed Jason's gaze. A chieftain's son would surely be expected to be able to think through situations and mediate, though he had no idea how young Jason was when he was taken. "Tradition holds that a slave has no heritage, not even a name, and I can see now why that is. In exploring yours, reminding you of it, I have only caused trouble for both of us." He shouldn't have brought Jason to the stables, he could see that now, but he had thought it would be a positive experience. Sometimes the only way to know was to try.
Of course he knew what happened to runaway slaves, but it wasn't just not running for fear of death, what he hoped to achieve was slaves not really wanting to run. No doubt many would dream of freedom, but they all had dreams. It was one thing to dream it, and another to do it. It hadn't occurred to Tiberius that he now effectively held Jason's cousin hostage; yet.
"Shall we take the horses back to the stables?" Tiberius watched Jason carefully. Usually he addressed his slave with instructions and orders, but here he was still trying to get the measure of Jason, to see how much could be given, and how much had to be withheld. "Or shall we take them down to the river for a run?" Are you going to behave yourself respectfully, or do I need to keep you away from the horses?
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Tiberius found himself liking Horatia; certainly he could see what Calpurnius Praetextatus saw in her. She was intelligent, confident and witty. He found himself smiling, amused, even as she made clear her own resources. "I stand corrected." He acknowledged with a mock-bow. "If you accompany him next time your husband attends the palace for Caesar's consillium, I'll arrange to give you access to the library." That would give her a few hours to peruse the scrolls whilst the menfolk debated, if she wished.
It was a delicate matter, entertaining the possibility of a future marriage to Horatia's daughter, but she seemed to be taking the idea in good spirits. If it happened it would be some years hence, and much could change in that time, but it didn't hurt to at least consider it now. And Tiberius would admit to himself that he was intrigued to see whether Calpurnia was a similar creature to her mother. "If she's anything like her mother, I know I will enjoy meeting her." He wasn't entirely certain why many men seem to disregard women except as mothers and home makers; many of those whom he'd spoken with were intriguing individuals in their own rights, and no doubt forces to be reckoned with, within their own spheres.
As though to assuage, or humour, his curiosity, Horatia went on to describe her daughter, in words that only left him more curious. "I have not had the pleasure of meeting the Consul's mother."He admitted. "Perhaps I'll have the pleasure at your son's celebration?" There might well be a lot of the family there. Including Sosia, which could be interesting, but if there was any awkwardness then he could only blame himself and would have to manage it. Hopefully not. Still, her description didn't daunt him. "I know all about women with iron cores; I was raised with one." He said, half hoping that description never found it's way back to his twin. "But I'm afraid that, out of myself and Titus - that is, Caesar Titus Alexander - I'm the quiet one." The boring one, the bookish one. Titus was the popular fellow, though he should still probably refer to him formally in company. That popularity was just one reason why he made a much better Caesar.
"The next Ides it is." He would make it so. Horatia had a whole family to organise and didn't need to be worrying about one Imperial guest. "I shall look forward to it."
@Sara
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Am I a muse then, perhaps?
His poem was a bit clumsy, written on the fly, but Sosia didn't seem to mind. In fact she seemed to enjoy it, smiling and blushing adorably. The colour in her cheeks made her look so warm and pretty, compared to the cold winter's day. "You must be, you inspire me so." He replied, rather liking the thought of Sosia as his muse. "I'd believe you're a goddess, incarnate." He added with a whisper as they moved through the gardens. Ah, but which muse? There were a great many named over time, each with their own personal focus. Perhaps she could just be his.
Tiberius's entourage gave them a respectful distance, but they were definitely not alone. The young Imperial told himself it was for the best, especially for her sake, however much he might want to be alone with her again. If there was one thing that had been drummed into him from a young age it was that he existed to serve, and not to use his influence for selfish reasons. Never before had it seemed a burden.
"Beauty can wither." He agreed. "Or it can change, like a garden in the seasons." He was of course thinking of the garden as a metaphore for a person. Some people lost their beauty, in others it matured. And he was of the opinion that beauty wasn't only in one's appearance. But she asked if he had a favourite season. "I do enjoy summer." He said. "The hot weather when everyone seems to slow down a little bit and just enjoy life." Because it was too hot to get over excited about things. "Do you have a favourite?" He asked in turn, interested.
Further into the gardens the manicured paths wound between the carefully tended plantings, and between some of the bushes and trees a stone wall was visible, and beyond it a tiled roof with fancy, painted finials on the peaks and corners. Tiberius pointed it out. "Did you know that there's a villa as part of these gardens?"He asked. It seemed like a simple question.
@Atrice
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Tiberius was feeling conflicted. On the one hand he wanted to share his thoughts and concerns with his friend, on the other hand he didn't want to do anything to risk the reputation of the girl who'd captured his heart in a way no one else had, and whom he knew his chances of marrying were slim. He wanted to be able to talk it over, but even though he'd trust Marcus with his life, it was hard to trust him with Sosia's.
But Marcus was a good friend, even if the two young men were like chalk and cheese. Almost breezily he agreed to arrange for the two prostitutes to visit the household, so that his recommendation Vibia could show Tiberius what he needed to know. Little did the Imperial realise that Marcus might have wished he'd recommended someone else and kept Vibia for himself. Of course, there was always the future.
Crossing one of the rooms, Marcus paused to look out the window at the view over the gardens, seeming suddenly thoughtful. Tiberius glanced at the slaves and guard who had followed them. "Leave us." He said simply, and the two were suddenly alone, footsteps fading down the hallway outside, though there would be someone within calling distance. He came to stand beside Marcus.
"Nice view, isn't it?" He said quietly. It really was. He'd seen the inside and been quite taken with the place. It would be very comfortable for both of them. At least, he hoped it would. "You can move in now." He told Marcus, and that little smirk appeared again for a moment. "I already have. But I wanted to get things set up a bit before I showed it to you." He really had wanted it to be a fun surprise for his friend.
Then his smile faded It was Tiberius's turn to glance out the window and sigh gently, thinking of another view, a night time one, and other company. "You can't tell anyone Marcus." He said simply. "I kissed her whilst we were standing on the portico, and she welcomed it." It was a very fond memory. "The Gods know I'd like more, but I won't ruin her reputation. She doesn't deserve that." No one did, of course. However much he might want to do more with her. And he really did want to do more with her, except he didn't really know what. But that was the point of his request to his friend. Then at least he'd know.
@Atrice
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Tiberius could hear the bitterness in his friend's voice. Jason had become part of the furniture like all good slaves as the young Imperial focused on Marcus and what he might possibly do for him.
"I'm sorry." He said sincerely. "I know what it is to grow up without a parent." Though in his case he'd had two excellent adoptive fathers whilst never having known the man who actually fathered him. But he barely remembered his mother. He wished he'd known his real parents; they were both formidable forces in politics, and he liked to think that they loved him. But that was for another time.
"I ask because of Augustus's inheritance laws." He began to explain, smoothing out the parchment in front of him, which was titled Lex Julia et Papia Poppaea. "He put in place a lot of laws to encourage the growth of the Roman population; I'm sure you're familiar with the tax placed on those who remain celibate" to encourage them to marry, "and the jus trium liberorum." Which granted additional freedoms to citizens who had three children or freedpeople who had four. "These were amended somewhat with the addition of the Lex Papia Poppaea," he pointed to the title of the scroll "and these laws also covered inheritance." Which was the important part. And yes he was taking a little while to work up to it but he felt that it was important that Marcus understand the legal background.
"The part that I wanted to show you is here." He ran his finger down the scroll till he found the spot, then pulled over his wax tablet where he'd made notes. "Where it says that a celibes may not receive a hereditas or legatum, unless he wed within one hundred days of the death of the testator." He explained. "There's further details; basically man who is unwed and has gotten no heir cannot receive an inheritance. If a man is married but has got no heir, he can receive half of the inheritance, and if he has wed and has an heir, he receives the whole of the inheritance." He paraphrased, cutting out the legalese. "If the inheriance cannot be received then it becomes caducum; it belongs to the Empire."
Tiberius gave Marcus a frank look before he reached for another wax tablet. He hadn't wanted to show Marcus until he had all the information. "However, there is precedent both for special arrangements being made where the natural heir is a minor and no other heir is specified, and for heirs petitioning for and successfully receiving their inheritance, once they meet the requirements of Augustus's laws." He set the tablet down again. "So you see why I cannot yet receive my inheritance." Though at least in his case his adopted fathers had made arrangements to hold it for him.
"So my next question is; is your brother married?"
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The Palatine Guard wasn't about to be cowed by this little nobody from the barbarian lands. She might be big where she was from, but here she was nobody much at all. He smirked when she demanded his name, absolutely certain that he was doing his job of protecting Caesar from the general rabble correctly. "Publius Caecius Camerinus. Don't forget it."
His companion, who'd been watching the exchange silently, nudged Camerinus with his elbow then leaned over and whispered something in his ear. The guard who'd been giving Hilda a hard time gave his companion a dubius look, but the quieter fellow just nodded slightly. Camerinus sighed in a very put-upon manner, before turning his attention back to Hilda.
"If you wish to ask Caesar whether he will grant you the honour of an audience, you can send a written request to his secretary."He said at last. "If you are deemed worthy, envoy, you'll be given a time to attend the palace." Which he considered extremely unlikely. "You can write, can't you?" Or if she was what she said, she could pay someone to do it for her.
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The Palatine guard stood his ground as the angry barbarian woman stormed up to him as though she were as good as any Roman woman. She was certainly fiestier, and he wondered if she had the same energy in the sheets.
"Which one?" The guard asked, grinning. "Germania inferior or Germania superior?" He asked, naming the two small regions the Romans had conquered. "Ooooh, you're from the other side of the Rhine." Magna Germania was the much larger region, never conquered. Still, the name the woman mentioned was known; the Varian Disaster was well described in the history books. A fragment of doubt started to seep into his mind.
I'm here as an envoy. From the Chatti.
The guard looked at her, then around the square, then back to the fierce woman in front of him. "Then where's your entourage, envoy?" He asked, thinking she could hardly be that important, if she'd come alone. "Did you walk all this way, alone, in the snow?"
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"Certainly." Horatia's smile was such pure, unadultered delight that he could hardly refuse her request to follow, intrigued by what in his words could possibly have brought it on. Uncertain as to whether to offer his hand to help the lady of the house up given her pregnant state, his brief pause meant that she was already up and ahead of him, leading him through Aulus's very comfortable Domus. Where could she possibly be taking him? They passed a slave carrying a wax tablet, who turned and followed them wordlessly, then up some stairs to the second level, usually only seen by the residents and their slaves. As they walked Horatia made it clear that she and Aulus had indeed wed in the provinces during his Tribuneship, but any repeat performance would require her approval. She gave him a knowing and somewhat amused look over her shoulder and, caught off guard, the young Imperial blushed slightly for the first time that visit. He was still growing into the idea of having a wife, let alone needing to organise his own.
They passed through a set of double doors and suddenly there they were, surrounded by racks of scrolls, parchments and tablets, as well organised and stocked as any library. Tiberius looked around, blue eyes wide for a moment as he took it all in, before a slow smile spread across his youthful features as Horatia explained that her own interests were similar to his. Understanding people, society and life. Finally his gaze returned from the well stocked racks to meet hers, and that impish cast appeared in his smile again. "I did think, when you said that you had little understanding of the politics, that you weren't giving yourself nearly enough credit." He observed. "Now I know you protested too much." He would have to get Claudia to Horatia's reading club. Surely she would appreciate the company of another intelligent, well read woman. "I suspect that Claudia would be intrigued. She's and intelligent woman."And, he strongly suspected, more cunning than he was. It was a shame she hadn't been born a man.
The smile turned to a flash of a grin, before he moved to the rack of provincial reports that Horatia indicated, turning as few of the tags to read them. "There are benefits to having a husband who is Consul, hmm?" He suggested, knowing that not all of these documents were accessible to everyone. Of course, they were accessible to him. But some accounts came from their military commanders, and others had important trade implications. Still, it was very kind of her to offer to borrow them. "Thank you." It was quite the privilege she was offering him, given that this was her personal collection. "Perhaps you'd like to visit the Palace library some time?" He offered in turn.
There was something special about being allowed into Horatia's inner sanctum, even as the put-upon slave pointedly put Horatia's calendar back on her desk where it had been. Tiberius was suddenly aware that, apart from the slave, he was alone with the lady of the house in her inner sanctum. Not that he had any nefarious intentions, but he would prefer not to put Aulus in the position of having to give him the benefit of the doubt. At the same time, they had danced around the possibility of a future union between himself and Calpurnia Horatia, and this elegant lady hadn't seemed to mind. Tiberius decided to rake a firm step, even though it seemed so much easier on the floor of the Senate than in this cosy sanctuary. "Lady Horatia, would it be overly bold of me to ask if I might sit near your daughter at your son's celebration, so that I may speak to her?" She would only be young, but it would be an opportunity to introduce himself and get some idea of what kind of woman she might grow to be.
If she was like her mother she would be a formidable one.
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Demanding an Audience
Started by Hilda of the Chatti ·
April, 77AD
Hilda tilted her head to the side, squinting up into the sun and the hill in front of her. She'd been told this was where their chief rested his head. Why the chief needed such an ostentatious home was beyond her. She'd been in Rome a handful of days and yet she had been surprised almost every hour. She'd still not found Wulfric, as it turned out 'the subura' was a very vast place with too many people in it to count. She'd countenanced going back to Varus and demanding his specific address, but she'd scrapped the idea. Even the vaguely helpful instructions of 'he works at this warehouse' hadn't led her to her brother, and so she did what she knew - she walked to the most important part of the settlement (city) and decided to seek help there.
She was under no illusions that their chief, their Emperor, would know where Wulfric was but she did have a thought that perhaps he'd loan her assistance to find him. She was the granddaughter of the chief of the Chatti. She was a princess, in almost all respects, and she was to be respected. Smoothing down her long-sleeved shift and the sleeveless dress that lay on-top and then adjusting her belt and the gleaming broach at her shoulder she huffed in annoyance. People were avoiding her eyes and she tried to will her features into something friendlier. It didn't seem to work as people continued to scurry past her; men in pristine white drapery, women with their heads covered and hair twirled up, and small people in shabby looking clothes rushing with their arms laden. Nobody wanted to help. She huffed again and placed her hands on her hips.
"How do I see the Emperor?" She called out, to nobody in particular.
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Evergreens
Started by Horatia Sosia ·
Early December, 76AD
It felt like it had been forever since that party in November. She had tried her best to be a good daughter to her father and her family in general. She went to the social events they wanted her to go to, she socialized, she’d even met with her cousin Horatia, which had been interesting. After that she’d been a bit more careful, because Horatia now knew a secret of hers. She hoped her cousin wouldn’t tell, but why would she? What would Horatia gain from ruining Sosia’s future, by telling her family that Sosia was in love with Tiberius? Nothing, she thought. And so she hoped it was still a secret to anyone, what happened that night at the party.
Now that was another reason to try her very best to be a good daughter and honor her family. Yet she could not forget the way Tiberius kissed her, the way he held her and the words he said to her. He thought her pretty and sweet… and he liked her. And he kissed her. And said he’d never forget her and they’d see each other again. Already before they kissed, he’d promised her that he would show her the gardens of Sullust and she hoped he would keep the promise. He said he would not forget. He said he wanted to see her again. But when?
Then suddenly there was a messenger from the palace. For her. Tiberius had a date set and she was invited to join him for a walk in the gardens. She could barely wait. But what to wear? Gods! Oh she prayed to them too, asked them to help her, asked them to make sure she’d stay on the right path today. But she also prayed that Tiberius still liked her. Despite that her father had set up more than one meeting with possible suitors, wealthy and older men, who were probably nice, but… they were not Tiberius.
But the day came. A day in the gardens in the winter. She dressed in a light blue gown and wore a light yellow palla with it. A few pearls, and she had her body slave Helia bring her a few evergreens to decorate her hair with. She wore the green leaves almost like a crown on her hair. Her body slave told her she was very pretty and she believed it. Then she went to meet Tiberius outside the gardens. Helia came with her, and a guard too, but they promised to keep their distance. She wished they didn’t have to come, but her father said anything else would be improper. Now she stood there, waiting. Hoping. Sighing. Until she was distracted by a rare flower, growing just near the gates to the gardens and she crouched down to pick it, maybe to decorate her hair with.
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Start as you mean to go on
Started by Jason ·
February 77
Tiberius was studying or reading or something - Jason had had no idea that scrolls could be so endlessly fascinating! - which had led to Jason's being able to take a few moments for himself, so long as he stayed within call of his master's rooms. That was easily done; his master was in one of the rooms off a private courtyard which gave Jason the opportunity to enjoy the outdoor space while still being within an easy call.
He had found a patch of grass in the sun where he could lay down and stare up at the blue sky above, trying to pretend he was looking at a portion of the vast skies over the steppe at home. It wasn't quite working, though, he couldn't hear horses from his position, and the grass wasn't tall enough for the wild prairie grass. Nor was the wind the constant fresh breeze of his home.
It was all he could get, though, and if the force of Jason's wishes could move the steppe to where he lay, Tiberius would have looked up to find himself surrounded by eternal horizon where the blue sky and the green grass met.
@Atrice
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November 76AD
Praetor Ovinius Camillus,
I write to you in greeting and acknowledgement of your service to the Empire. Though we have seen each other in Senate sessions we have not had the opportunity for formal introductions, and thus I seek to remedy that. You have achieved much and your family shows great potential. Should such interest you, I would be most pleased to meet with yourself and your sons, to better acquaint ourselves and to know the upcoming generation of Senators.
The Goddess Athena, patroness of Rome herself, has perhaps shown a sense of humour, as the first member of your line that I have met was in fact your daughter, Ovinia Camilla, who attended the event at the palace a few months back. We re-encountered each other in passing on our travels through Rome and had an intriguing discussion on the topics of philosophy and geography. It speaks well of your family that you have a daughter so keen of mind. I have included two treatises for her which, following our conversation, I believe that she might find of interest.
I look forward to future communication with yourself and shall watch with interest the political progress of your sons.
Yours, in Service to the Empire
Tiberius Claudius Sabucius
The letter was accompanied by two scrolls. One was a treatise on the tenets of modern Stoicism by Seneca, whilst the other was a recounting by an Imperial geographer and map maker of a mountainous region of northern Gaul, including descriptions of the local peoples, their dwellings and even some of their traditions.
@Sara
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New Beginnings
Started by Tiberius Claudius Sabucius ·
January 77AD
It was a cool day in the middle of winter, but the midday sun lent a little warmth to the air and the faint touch of frost that morning had long since burnt off. The manicured lawns and carefully tended plants of the Gardens of Sullust brought pleasure in all weathers, though they were more popular when the year warmed.
But Tiberius was here for a reason. He'd asked Marcus Junius Silanus to join him, though he hadn't told his friend why. He wanted it to be a surprise. He thought it was a pretty good one, and hoped that Marcus would be pleased. It was a step, a big step but not the final one, and it would mean new things for both of them.
@Atrice
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A quick call...
Started by Tiberius Claudius Sabucius ·
November 76AD
It had been three months since his fortuitous meeting with Consul Calpurnius Praetextatus, and both men had been busy. The Empire never stopped and neither did her governance. The Senate met and made decisions, and Tiberius advised and ran interference for Titus as needed, acutely aware of his role as the Caesar's brother, even as his uncles had served Quintus, and still served Titus.
Sometimes that role involved meeting with other politicians on his behalf, though in the case of the Consul that was no hardship. Tiberius would soon be twenty and was virtually assured of a role as military tribune, which meant that he and Aulus would be working closely, if the man's future position allowed.
So he'd been happy to courier several letters and documents to Aulus as an excuse to speak with him, and gauge his thoughts on several current issues. Accompanied by a Praetorian Guard and a slave, he arrived at Aulus's Domus wearing a fine tunica laticlava and white, woolen toga, clearly there on business.
As the slave opened the door the young Imperial smiled. "Salve. Tiberius Claudius Sabucius. I'm here to see the Consul."
@Sara
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Not Looking For Trouble
Started by Cynane ·
Saturnalia, 76 AD
Cynane was waiting just outside the palace and hoped that Tiranês would show up soon, as they had decided. It was, after all, Saturnalia! The one holiday the Romans got right, at least. The one holiday where slaves got to feel like free people and could do (almost) anything they pleased. As long as they’d show up for work the next day. Well there was always the next day. Sometimes she’d thought it was a way to mock the slaves, tell them to go and have fun, but remember, you are still slaves. There’s always tomorrow!
But tomorrow was not now. She was unsure of where they were going, but her blood-brother said he had a good idea and she’d happily see what he had in store. And keep him safe on the way. She had tried to dress up, but she still didn’t want to look like someone she wasn’t. So she still wore breeches and a thigh-long tunica, easy to move around in. She’d dropped the leather armor for tonight, but she still wore her braids. Maybe a bit fancier than on a daily basis, since it was Saturnalia. She recalled Tiranês speaking of many smaller braids in the hair, she didn’t know if it was a style the women among his people kept, but she’d tried to recreate it.
Casually she leaned against the wall, ignoring the stares of anyone passing by, like she always did. If they glared at her and she did look back, they’d wish they didn’t. She didn’t want their attention. All she wanted was the company of someone she liked, and she didn’t like many people in Rome. And luckily, soon enough it was Tiranês who joined her and she greeted him with a smile, “Finally! Shall we go? And... where are we going?”
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A walk in the gardens
Started by Tiberius Claudius Sabucius ·
November 76
He had to be careful, he knew. What he did reflected on his brother, and he would in no way bring any scandal on Titus Augustus. For there had been scandal, a Patrician adopted as an Equite, and it was someone he knew. Perhaps he wasn't even that surprised, following their brief conversation. Rather he was curious. But that care had led him to arrange their meeting in the Gardens of Sullust, rather than at the palace.
The weather was cool as the Roman winter began to set in, though the sky was clear and the weak sun gave a little warmth, but Tiberius had dressed warmly in multiple tunicas, with a thick woolen cloak over his heavy toga. And he was trailed by a Praetorian guard and several slaves, so was rather hard to miss.
He was looking forward to talking to Lucius again, especially in light of the apparent changes in the other man's life.
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I give that you might give
Started by Ovinia Camilla ·
October, 76AD
Ovinia Camilla was faithful in the way that all well-bred patrician women were faithful. She worshipped the lares with her family, she attended the festivals that honoured the Gods and Goddesses throughout the calendar year, and she made sure to make offerings and sacrifices at momentous occasions. Yet she was also fickle - she moaned when she had to interrupt her leisure time with worship, she paid lip service at festivals and she often forgot the minor deities. Bona Dea, however, was different.
Ever since her youth when she'd heard of the Clodius scandal the Goddess had intrigued her. She had never been invited to the December rites, if they were still practiced, but she made her own devotions frequently. The touch of scandal that Bona Dea offered only made her more enticing...besides, she had a good practical reason for frequent visits; prayers to protect her chastity, and offerings for healing of her mothers ills were hardly prayers her father was going to refuse. The fact that men were barred from its walls, likewise, gave her comfort. She needed a few hours reprieve from moping over the men in her life. Today the offering had been a white dove that had been sacrificed, and after muttering through a few cursory prayers, ending of course with 'I give that you might give', she nimbly jumped to her feet and made to exit the temple.
Pulling down her palla which sheathed her hair within the sacred space, she blinked into the autumn sunshine. The days were growing colder, but there were a few more weeks until she'd be forced to wrap up warm by her parents, and stay inside until the winter chill passed. Lingering on the steps, she let out a sigh - watching as the cold air clouded her breath in front of her. She didn't want to go home yet; she had slaves to chastise and lists to organise in lieu of her mother who had taken to her bed again. She glanced around, looking for a distraction, determined to get a few more hours of fun out of the day...
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