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Lucius smiled. "I don't imagine you will need to be in battle commanding soliders," he began, "but one day you'll have a family, a litter of small Caecinae running about," he lowerd his hands toward the ground and fluttered them about to mimic the sporadic movements of children at play. "And then the commander in you will come out."
They had almost completed their tour of the garden.. though in reality the pair had spent more time looking at one another than any of the scenery. It had been a much needed respite for Lucius, considering everything else that had been going on in his life.
His thoughts took him to the east, where he was to be for at least the next year, if not longer. He wondered, if he fought in the east for so long, what would become of her life in his time away. Surely she would have a family by that point.
"Whenever it is I return from the east," he said, still halfway in his thoughts, "you must promise to meet me here for another stroll around the garden."
Lucius didn't attempt to hold in the laughter that burst from him as Caecina balked at the thought of being comparable to a solider. "You've obviously never seen the screamers of the Celtic tribes.. they're all women and very formidable." Lucius had seen green recruits and veterans of the eastern frontiers alike stopped in their tracks when facing a charge from the female warriors of the Britannic tribes. Caecina wasn't so terrifying in her present state, but he held no doubts she could be ferocious if the need arose.
"Being an officer is..." he paused, thinking of how to best answer her question. "A great many things, I suppose," he continued, still searching for the right words. "But if I had to choose any one word to describe it, it would be balance. There is a struggle between doing what feels morally right, and what can achieve the goal. There is the balance between your personal goals and success, and those of the men beneath you, and the men above you. And there is some fear," he admitted. "Not for my life necessarily, but that I might make a decision that will pointlessly take the lives of my men."
He paused to look Caecina over. "That is where your confidence would make you a good soldier, or leader, dear Caecina. You have enough to drown your fears."
A genuine smile crossed Lucius' face as the warmth of Caecina's hand touched upon his arm. He looked squarely at her, directly into the heart of her eyes and deepened the lines of his smile against his cheeks. He truthfully did not like to hear laments for the losses, only because they reinforced the idea that something had been taken from him. He brushed aside the thought and gave thanks to Caecina for her compassion.
Quiet briefly fell around them, though it wasn't so unpleasant as it might have been considering the location and the company. He looked to her as she energetically proclaimed that she was ready for her quiz.
A chuckle left him. "Such confidence," he teased. "If you were a soldier beneath me, I would not allow for any leniency. Seeing as how you're quite the opposite, I can permit a mistake.. perhaps two if you can convince me."
He looked around, trying to guess at the plants around them. If she truly expected an impromptu quiz on plants and animals, he would be a poor excuse for an instructor.
Lucius was listening, while also trying to not overthink about how awkward it felt to purposefully slow his strides to match Caecina's pace. He remained quiet as she professed she hadn't travelled recently. It seemed, to him, that her more recent memories of travel beyond Rome were tied to some sort of tragedy or lament - something they shared. At the mention of her 'mother', Lucius pondered for a moment whether she referred to her birth mother or Juliana... though the quick frown that fell on her lips answered that question for him. He didn't pry on that subject, but made a mental note to remember it.
"It is," he said, approving of Caecina's choice in destination. He took a moment to simply stand in silence and look over the enclosure. For as many times as he had visited the villa, he seldom took much time to actually enjoy the beauty of the land. "And yes I have," he said, picking up on her question. "Though, most of the travel I've done has been more of a requirement than a desire."
He decided to reveal a bit more about himself. "I was born in Rome, though my first memories of life are from Asia when my family travelled with my father on his assignment to the province. He unfortunately became very ill and passed when I was just three." He paused, thinking of the death mask that had been made of his father's face, that was destroyed when the family home was engulfed in fire during the riots. "Truthfully I have no memories of him."
He took in a breath. "My father's death drove my mother to insanity, and she lost all ability to care for my sister and I, so we were taken in by my aunt Lepdia - my father's sister - and uncle Longinus in Syrian Antioch. My birth mother passed while I was in Syria, and some time later I returned to Rome with my aunt and uncle where I was then formally adopted by my uncle Decimus.
"From there, I more or less went wherever Decimus went. I spent some time in Britannia - where Juliana became my mother - and then Rome, to Africa, and back. And then there's the long list of places I've fought." He chuckled.
Throughout all his speech, Lucius maintained an even, almost detached tone. He had turned off his emotions in regards to the loss of his family the day he learned of Decimus' death. At this point, it was more a recital of historical events than devastating events that had occurred in his own life.
"I'm sorry for the autobiography," he grinned. "But yes, I have been around."
Lucius let his legs take him around the villa of his mother-in-law Juliana as he thought about what he should do. Eventually he found his way to the stables where he came to his trusted steed. He decided then to travel into the city proper. The farther he got from the villa, the more his thinking drove him to frustration. He spurred his horse to a swift charge, as if he were preparing to run down an enemy. His body charged with adrenaline and he knew what he needed to do.
"I'm going to burn it to the ground."
Lucius found his characteristic grin sticking to his face as Caecina admitted test-taking might not be her strongest skill. He followed her lead in handing off his wine to the nearby servant, and then nodded as she suggested they travel to a particularly pleasant enclosed area that she enjoyed.
Though he typically walked a brisk pace - habit after years of marching in the legions - Lucius let his legs fall in step with Caecina. He racked his brain, thinking back on previous encounters they had had. Truthfully, Lucius had always seen Caecina as a child. She had clearly grown, and though he had no real prior reference point, he found himself enjoying her jubilant energy.
"Have you travelled much beyond the villa and the city?" He asked, putting his voice to the first pondering thought that came into his head.
Lucius took in the sight of his younger, still more innocent brother. He still had a boyishness about his face. In that moment he realized that Marcus looked more like their true father while Lucius had a more narrowed face like their grandfather and uncle Decimus. He gave a quick, soft smile when Marcus asked whether he should tag along.
"I think I'll go it alone this time, brother," Lucius said. He walked closer to his brother and set a hand on his shoulder. "Rest up, and I'll call upon you in the morning. We'll get our home back."
With that Lucius set down his goblet and left. His mind was clouded, unbalanced and fighting between revenge and patience. He thought the stroll might help him keep his focus...
Lucius chuckled at her tease and kept his smile as she responded quite well to his compliment. He nodded as Caecina mentioned that the two of them hadn't really spoken to one another much in the past. That, too, was understandable considering their age difference - that mattered more when they were younger than it did in that moment - and Lucius' activity in the legions.
"That we should, Caecina," he said in agreement, watching her pick at something on her dress. "Why don't you show me around more of the garden?" He suggested, looking away from her and scanning his eyes around the area. "I'll test whether you've paid attention in your lessons about flora and fauna."
Lucius couldn't help but grin at Alexia's not so well hidden reactions to Longinus' rather frank speech. The grin remained etched into Lucius face even as Alexia spoke to him of what they had been able to accomplish. The grin faded with each word Longinus added. Though Lucius' suspicions that Proculinus was a fraud at best were confirmed, it also sent his mind racing to contemplate an added dimension to this plot he was uncovering. Was Juliana's husband Tuscus a part of it?
Lucius was quiet for a moment as he considered the information relayed to him, and what that meant for his case and beyond. It wasn't until Alexia dipped her head so that her eyes met his that Lucius snapped back into reality.
"Yes... it confirms my suspicions at least. But if Proculinus is a fraud, who put him up to it? What's he have to gain? And what's his connection to Vitellia?" He was thinking aloud now. "I mentioned," he started in a lower, rougher voice, "that Juliana's husband Tuscus was the man to recommend Proculinus to me. Was his suggestion merely him acting on a favor, or is there more to it..."
Answers had only unlocked more questions.
Lucius only nodded at his brother's suggestion for them to move into the kitchens and then pulled away from the desk where he had been leaning and let his younger sibling lead the way. It wasn't long before he had a drink in his hand, and not long after that before the cup was empty. After some time drinking and speaking more of their plans to restore their family's position, Lucius felt a sudden urge to see the domus from a new angle. How would it look from the eyes of someone who no longer owned it?
"I might take a stroll," he said, rather abruptly. "I need some fresh air, and... to walk off some of this wine," he smirked.
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JULY 74 CE
Lucius was seething. Where others might turn to wine or other distractions in times of stress or frustration, Lucius had no such desires. Typically a calm and collected man outwardly, he was a man who battled his temper inwardly. More than a few times in his life had he wrestled with an utterly overwhelming surge of rage. This time was set to boil over anything that had come before.
The trial was lost. He could not fathom it. He could not understand, or even bring himself to think of the minute details that brought his case crashing down. Was it particular wording he had used? Flawed logic in one of his arguments? He knew he should have paid more attention to lessons in law and legal recourse.
As always, he had returned to the home of his mother-in-law, Flavia Juliana. The place he had spent all of his fortune to leave behind (not that he particularly disliked it). He was leaning over a table, his hands gripping firmly onto the sides and all of his weight pressing down on it. He was consciously telling himself to breathe slowly, to feel the air come in and attempt to exhale the poison building up inside of him.
He needed a calm voice to speak with his brother.
It was a beautiful day at the villa, and as such, Caecina was doing just what she liked to do. She had arisen that morning and put on an older chiton and palla and, accompanied by a guard or two, had ridden out into the countryside to enjoy the fresh air and cool breeze. After an hour of riding, she returned to the villa and bathed, dressing this time in a pale blue chiton with a darker blue palla. Afterward, she helped herself to an informal lunch in the kitchen and then advanced into the garden.
The girl was in an expansive good mood. Only a few weeks ago, she had turned seventeen and all the cares in the world were far from her mind that day. All she wanted to do was to enjoy the day, exploring the gardens and avoiding her lessons for the day. She felt that she had had quite enough of book learning for the week, anyway. She was not the kind of girl to enjoy reading overmuch, but rather enjoyed her freedom and ability to twist her tutor's arm into letting her out of a lesson early. After a few minutes of walking around the gardens, examining the variety of plants and flowers, Caecina found a bench and sat, soaking up the sun. What a day to be alive!
July 73 CE - the Tullianum in the Forum Romanum
For most of his life, Lucius Silanus hadn't really had a home to call his own. He was raised in Asia in his youngest years, and after the death of his father and then mother, he moved on from place to place - living with his uncle Gaius Longinus and aunt Lepida in Syria, and then to Rome where he was taken in by his uncle Decimus, who was for all intents and purposes his father. He travelled with Decimus to Britannia for the man's proconsulship, and lived in the governor's palace there, only to return to Rome after Decimus' death. When he returned, he again took residence in the home of the Junii-Silani, where - at that time - his aunt Calvina was the caretaker of what was left of their family. Though she had been the oldest, she had only just returned to Rome from exile. Then came the riots and Clemens' rise to power, when Lucius, his siblings, and mother-and-law Juliana all escaped Rome to live in Africa. Calvina refused to leave Rome again, and was killed during the destruction of the family home.
After Quintus Caesar brought peace, Lucius returned to Rome with Flavia Juliana - the widow of Lucius' uncle Decimus, and the woman he considered to be his mother. With her help he managed to rebuild the family domus on the same land, almost to the exact same specifications as the original. What a shock it had been, then, when Lucius returned from months of service in the east to find that a cousin he hadn't even realized existed - Vitellia Calvina - had laid legal claim to his home during his absence, and using his absence as an advantage, had created a very strong case against him. With what wealth he had tied up into the home itself, Lucius was left only with what Juliana could lend him, and in the end, the case had settled in favor of Vitellia, stating that though Decimus had lived in the home, it had always belonged to Junia Calvina, and thus was the inheritance of her daughter.
Outrage. Disbelief. Two of the strongest emotions that coursed through Lucius. Two emotions that led him to set fire to the home he had exhausted himself to rebuild. Just when he'd thought he had a home, it was by his own hands that it had to be destroyed. Vitellia was quick to have Lucius arrested, and he went willingly to the Tullianum in the center of the Forum where he was held with others, nobles and common plebs alike, waiting for his trial. Though some had lost hope, Lucius was determined, despite his destitution. He still had connections. He still had allies. He still had friends...
The travel to Greece had been an interesting journey, and one she was happy to take without her mother's presence. Corinthia had informed her mother that she was traveling to Greece to ensure her future. While a place of culture, she had never felt any personal attachment to the place and instead preferred to spend time in the company of her social equals. One thing she noticed was that she thought that her mother was a little too relieved to see her travel to the provinces. While Corinthia did not wish to admit it. It hurt. The voyage had gone relatively smoothly, and soon she settled in. Sent messages to all the important people and was determined to network with people. Aeneas, her gladiator came with her.
The young man she had met at the Imperial Banquet would also be there. Lucius Junius Silanus. She was not going to be like her mother and slowly she was understanding how important marriage would be. The connections were necessary, and no doubt Caesar would wish to control the families. She would leave the asking to her mother. The dimwitted fool had her uses and being harmless was one of them. This was all if everything went according to plan. Otherwise? She would need to seek out another who would be worthwhile. A messenger informed him that he would be arriving.
Corinthia reclined on a sofa and twisted grapes before placing them into her mouth while being fanned by servants. Her thoughts continued to race and slow. There were many possibilities for the future.
Lucius Junius Silanus
23 | 27 Sep 51 CE | Senator | Tribunus (Diplomat) | Hetero | Original | Aaron Jakubenko
Determined and unrelenting, Lucius Silanus is a young man who will stop at nothing to secure the legacy of his family. Always in the back of his mind are the stories of how his uncle and namesake Lucius was framed, his birth father Marcus poisoned, and his father (and uncle) Decimus betrayed. He is a man who honors his family and its history, but he also is careful to learn from the mistakes of his forefathers. He is almost completely void of outward emotion, refusing to speak openly or carelessly to anyone except for his sister Junia. He has not yet in his life had anything close to a romantic relationship; that is not to say that he doesn't enjoy women, but his enjoyment of them is purely instinctual and ruled by logic.
He places professional relationships above anything personal, and sees his duty to those who have given him a chance as paramount. Though he is completely understanding of honor and its tenants, there is a sadistic and brutal side to the man - though it is something he will only show to his enemies. When faced with difficult decisions, he weights what is in the best for the many, regardless of the influence on the few. Killing non-combatants, burning towns, taking slaves or any other number of actions to teach a lesson to any of Rome's enemies are not actions he even pauses to contemplate the ethics of.
The name of the Junii-Silani rests on his shoulders alone (until his younger brother Marcus comes of age) and he refuses to see the name trampled into the dust. He is hardened and matured beyond his years, and is absolutely ready to serve the empire to whatever end.
Lucius Silanus stands average in height for a Roman, and is lean in build like his father Decimus before him. Unlike Decimus, however, he has inherited a fairer complexion both in the tone of his skin and the lighter blond-brown of his hair - though his hair does take a darker tone when it grows out, as he has been known to do. He wears the clothing expected of his class, and is not without pride in how he dresses himself during proper situations. He is not so austere and reserved as his ancestor Augustus is rumored to have been, but he is aware of current fashion trends and what points he needs to meet in order to fit in with the movements of the upper class.
Father: Marcus Junius Silanus (deceased)
Mother: Atia Valeria (deceased)
Adoptive Father: Decimus Junius Silanus (deceased)
Step-Mother: Flavia Juliana (b.-)
- Junia Silana (b. 44; natural older sister)
- Marcus Junius Silanus (b. 56; adoptive younger brother)
- Junia Lepida (b.-; paternal aunt) & the Cassii-Longini through her
- Junia Calvina (deceased: paternal aunt) & the Vitellii through her
- Publius Atius Rufinus (b.-; maternal uncle) & the Atii-Rufini through him
Friendships with Tiberius Claudius Sabucius and Titus Flavius Caesar Augustus.
Over the centuries of Rome's great history, few families have survived so many political upheavals, wars, and adversity as the Junii-Silani. From the first of their name recorded - Marcus Junius Silanus in 210 BC, who fought with Scipio Africanus against Hannibal - to Lucius' own fathers, they are a family which has outlasted and carried on. Arguably the most detrimental decision in the history of the family was their integration into the distinguished family of the Divine Augustus. The simple fact that Lucius himself is a great-great-great-grandson to Augustus has been - in recent memory - enough to make him a danger to those who continue the legacy of the Caesars by borrowing the name.
Lucius was born in the year 804 since the foundation of Rome (51 CE), the second child and only son to Marcus Junius Silanus and his wife Atia Valeria. The decade of his birth saw the end of Claudius' reign, the rise of the Quinquevirate and the eventual devastation of his family. In 54, just three years after his birth, Lucius' father was suddenly found dead. While the official explanation was that he had ruptured a vessel in his brain, his wife Atia insisted he had been poisoned. Marcus had been investigating clues to uncover the truth behind his own brother Lucius' suicide, and according to Atia, he had uncovered the evidence he needed... only a little too late. His death took a heavy toll on Atia and in a matter of time she became frail and weakened, not even able to take care of her children.
It was at that point that Lucius and his elder sister Junia were sent to their aunt Junia Lepida and her husband Gaius Cassius Longinus where they were cared for and looked after until Atia's death in 58. Though the death of their mother hit Junia hard, Lucius felt less influenced simply because of his age and the fact that the two of them hadn't had time to make a strong connection. Instead, he felt frustration and fear over leaving his uncle Cassius and aunt Lepida. Their next destination was to yet another uncle's home, who would become a father to them. Decimus Silanus was the youngest of the Junii-Silani, and was without children of his own. It was decided, then, that he would adopt Lucius as his own son and Junia as his ward, and raise them as his own children.
Seven years old at the time, Lucius made a quick bond with his youthful and energetic uncle-become-father and at last had the father-figure missing from the formative years of his life. Lucius and Junia continued to follow their father Decimus in his movements, as - despite the misfortune of his elder brothers - his career seemed to continue rising. After successfully putting down a large pirate threat in the Mare Nostrum, he was appointed Governor of the new province of Britannia and tasked with its administration. Lucius followed along and, coming into age for schooling, was tutored by Decimus himself, a Greek tutor brought along, and Decimus' personal slave - a Briton given the name Scaevo.
Lucius enjoyed Britannia and the change of scenery. He loved to watch the legions, and enjoyed seeing people of a different life. He quickly attached himself to Scaevo, as well as Decimus' second-in-command Lucius Cassius Longinus (also the brother of his uncle Gaius Longinus).
In 59, Decimus entered into an alliance to gain favor for the family with the marriage of Lucius' sister Junia to then-junior-Caesar, Decimus Caesar (also known by his nickname "Junus"). It was the first time in Lucius' life that he was apart from his sister Junia, and he coped with the loneliness by throwing himself into studies. He spent a great deal of time with his tutors studying the finer aspects of rhetoric and tactics, so much to the point that he began delving into the private library of his father Decimus, curious to learn how the man's education impacted his governance of the province. When reading didn't sate his thirst for knowledge, Lucius explored the growing city of Colonia and observed its inhabitants, and gradually began spending more and more time around the city's barracks, entertaining himself by watching the legionaries in their daily exercises.
The next year an assassination attempt was made on the young Caesar Junus during his visit to Aegyptus - the first stop on his tour of the empire that would eventually see him arrive in Britannia. Lucius was overjoyed to be reunited with his sister Junia, even if only for a short while. During his visit, Junus officially awarded command of the Britannic legions to Decimus, effectively making him master of all of Roman Britannia. The command came with the task of conquering the island and making good the dream of Junus' brother and predecessor to reap the wealth of that land... but only after they had all returned from Rome. For the summer of 60, Lucius traveled with Decimus and the rest of his family to Rome to celebrate the great races that Junus himself had orchestrated.
At nine years of age, Lucius had his first true visit to the heartland of his people. All of his life he had been whisked away to one city or another in one province or another, but at last he saw Rome... and in style. Junus spared no expense in treating his newly-acquired extended family, as - though it was over Lucius' head at the time - Junus saw quite a powerful ally in the successful Decimus Silanus. It was during this trip that Lucius first met his aunt Junia Calvina, and thus became his first experience with a true family. All of his joy was soon to be brutally ripped away from him. The very climax of his trip to Rome - the grand finale of the races - was to be the catalyst for the near destruction of his family. In a procession to travel to the grounds of the race track to meet his favorite racer, Lucius and his father were separated from Junus and Junia during a commotion with the mob. The commotion turned into the assassination of Caesar Junus, all of which Lucius witnessed firsthand.
The days afterward remained a blur in his memory. Junia was changed, and so was he. In short order, the fate of the August family seemed to reveal itself cursed. The empress Lucilla had passed only a month earlier, and shortly after Decimus returned his family to Britannia news came to them of Honorius' death in battle and the rise of Manius Cyprianus as dictator in Rome. Lucius remained closer than he had ever been to Decimus... for a time. Decimus, however, knew that he needed to show his strength. As a close ally of the Caesars - whom had obviously been plotted against - he ran the risk of being a target. He quickly mobilized the Britannic legions and pushed them into a war that was somewhat ill-prepared.
The war against the Britons was not as successful as hoped, as Decimus found fierce and strategic resistance in his opponent, Eppitacos, the leader of the Briton armies. As the intensity of the war picked up, Lucius seldom saw his uncle and instead began to spend the majority of his time with his step-mother, Flavia Juliana. Juliana had become pregnant with Decimus' own child, whom everyone hoped would be a boy, and Lucius felt it to be his duty to look after her and protect the family while Decimus was away. He took quickly to patrolling their home, seeing to it that the slaves were doing as they should, and that the midwives were paying attention to Juliana at all times. He relished in his small position of command, and thought himself quite good at it.
For the better part of the year 61, Decimus was away on his campaigns. He had yet to win a secure victory, but was far from a major defeat. News had come from Rome of the end of Cyprianus' dictatorship, and Lucius wondered if Decimus wouldn't attempt to quickly wrap up the war in order to return to Rome himself. Whatever Decimus' plans were, they would never be known. In the battle he intended to bring an end to the war, he was betrayed by his own secretary Scaevo and killed. The battle was salvaged by Lucius Longinus, and Scaevo returned to Colonia for interrogation. When the news came to Lucius, he didn't know how to feel... so he felt nothing. He found the effects of his father, took them, and in doing so found the traitor Scaevo and ended his life. From that moment, the boy that was Lucius Silanus disappeared.
TEENAGE TO EARLY ADULTHOOD [63-68]
After Decimus' death, there was no reason for the family to remain in Britannia. There was a general fear among the Roman population that the Britons would overwhelm them and massacre all of them, and so with a great many other families of note (and more of nothing), Lucius traveled with Juliana and Junia to return to Rome. Lucius Longinus escorted them, as he was called back to Rome to give an official report of what had happened, and to request for more troops to fight against the Britons. Lucius ended up living on the estate of his aunt Calvina, and Junia joined them. Neither child was overly outgoing or ambitious for several years following their return. The Lucius whom had loved watching the races and simply observing the world around him was gone. As the boy became an adolescent and then a pre-teen, he brooded and skulked.
Yet, Lucius was living in Rome in the middle of a very volatile time, and with the outbreak of the civil war in 63, his life again was thrown into chaos. Though Calvina was his guardian in the eyes of the law, Lucius remained very close to Juliana, whom he saw as more of a mother figure. His closeness to her (and Decimus' ties to her) marked them as enemies once the vile Clemens came into his brief stint as Caesar. Juliana, though pregnant, acted quick enough to flee the city with Lucius and Junia.. their destination was Africa, where her father Jullus was safely situated. Calvina, however, refused to go. She had been in exile for much of her life, and refused to leave the beloved city she had only just returned to. It was the last time Lucius ever saw her; he hadn't known her long at all.
Once in Africa, Lucius was whisked away with Juliana to the gubernatorial estate of her father, Jullus Flavius Alexander. As the civil war exploded across the empire, Jullus remained faithful to his brother Quintus; that fact, coupled with that fact that Africa was so disjointed from the main course of the war kept Lucius in safety through what was to follow. During the months he spent in the province, he became ever closer to Juliana, whom had suffered a miscarriage during the trek across the Mare Nostrum, and thereby spent a good deal of time around her father, Jullus. Ever without a father, Lucius needed a man to look up to, and Jullus was a fine candidate. Though there was no shared blood between them, the bond between Juliana and Lucius was obvious, and apparently enough for Jullus to watch over the young and developing boy.
By the end of 63, the civil war had ended with Quintus Alexander declared the new Caesar. After things in Rome settled down, Juliana and her cohort returned to the city. Lucius, as had become natural for him, remained with her as a part of her household. Through this connection, Lucius became ever more intertwined into the daily structure and happenings of the imperial family. Juliana was the niece of the emperor, and as such was permitted access to come and go from the wings of the palace as she pleased. Lucius, too, often went with her. Though several years older than Quintus Caesar's son Titus, and his ward Tiberius, Lucius and his younger brother Marcus quickly befriended them. As their senior, he became the unofficial leader of their small group. The newfound role, and friendships, was a great boost to his self-confidence and helped to shape him into the young man he would grow into in later years.
Quintus Caesar, too, saw promise in having the scion of a leading house in the halls of his home. Lucius was treated as Juliana's own son and given access to the finest of tutors available. He took to his studies with great enthusiasm, and especially delved into the studies of tactics and logistics. His passive studies of the art of war and politics continued through the next several years until he was at last deemed old enough to begin more hands on learning.
In 68, at the age of 17, Lucius shaved the hair from his face and ceremoniously became a man. He inherited the great wealth of his family, though he and Marcus remained within Juliana's household. Pining for his first taste of duty, he appealed to Juliana to appeal to Caesar to secure him a position in Britannia. The favor was quickly granted, and Lucius saw himself to Colonia to serve as Tribunus Laticlavius under Legatus Legionis Lucius Longinus, whom Quintus Caesar put in place after his return to Rome. Though Eppitacos, the man whom had defeated Decimus thanks to betrayal, was no longer the enemy of Rome in Britannia, the war against the tribes continued. In fact, just as Lucius arrived in the province the Britons suffered a terrible blow to their unity in the betrayal of their queen Ysulda.
Ysulda retreated to Colonia to seek haven. She was taken in by Longinus and immediately sent to Rome as a protected and important ally of Rome. Meanwhile, Longinus used her place as a wronged ally of Rome as a means to war. He had the cassus belli needed to complete the last phase of Caesar's plan to conquer southern Britannia. Despite the loss of their southerly allies, the Brigantes remained a very strong and self-sufficient tribal kingdom. They maintained a neutrality with the more barbarian tribes to the north, and with the Hibernian tribes across the straight and thus had only to focus on defending their own lands. The campaign, therefore, was not a quick one. For the next three years the Roman Britannic legions pushed against the Brigantes, finally breaking them at the climactic siege of the capital of Brigantia, referred to as Calx by the Romans.
Throughout the years of campaigning, Lucius proved himself more than adept at leading soldiers. Despite his age, he had - from his formative years - a strong knowledge of the land, the people, and their customs. It was knowledge he used to his advantage when leading scouting and advanced parties of the legions. Several of the men within the legions knew his name and had fought beneath Decimus and all likened him to their commander, whom they had adored for his fair and just treatment of the legions and the conquered. Lucius was quick to adopt the persona of his deceased father and greatly endeared himself to the legions of Britannia. He remained fierce in battle and fair in the doling of rewards and spoils once the kingdom of the Brigantes had been toppled. Longinus praised him for his hard work and quick thinking on the battlefield and wrote back to Caesar of his approval.
With Britannia soundly conquered at the close of the year 71, Lucius was recalled to Rome. He arrived in the spring of 72 and for the remainder of the year became embroiled in a legal dispute over the ancestral lands of his family. The former land belonging to his family had been burned in Clemens' riots, and then claimed by the state. With the deeds and documents all destroyed, Lucius had to trade favors with several of Rome's leading senators and families in order to eventually win the rights to the land. Once he had done so, he hired the finest architect he could afford and set about building a new version of the old home - which was completed halfway through the year. By the time it was finished, Lucius had already departed Rome again, this time as a member of an official diplomatic party sent by Caesar to meet with the eastern kingdoms of Armenia, Parthia, and the 'Graeci'.
Strong winter winds closed the return path for the party, forcing Lucius and others to remain the "guests" of their Greek hosts - where he still remains until the spring thaws allow travel across the mountains and back into Roman territory.
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Continued from Before it Begins...
QUOTE Corinthia was not sure what she thought of him. Warily her gaze moved up and down, her posture was at ease and she could see her mother peeking behind the plant to observe them. She sighed and gestured with an open palm out to the gathered crowd of people.
"It seems she may be hiding from you," She replied tartly. The reality of her situation was that she would need to marry. The sooner the better. Gods.. the better ranked, the better. Without it she would not be able to rise in the world.
Now if only her mother's name would not hinder her.
"Claudia Corinthia, and... may I ask your name?" She asked politely. It could not hurt to train when it came to mingling with people. There were others here who would be far less interesting. Around them there was the commotion of the arrival of the Imperial family. Corinthia glanced upwards in their direction with a frown. Her mother thought highly of them yet she did not. They had power and position. Both things that should have been hers by right.
Claudia Corinthia was a name Lucius knew, and he knew it made her the daughter of Claudia Gaia, the widow of Manius Glabrio, nephew to Claudius Caesar and at one time marked for imperial prominence. Which meant that, in her own way, Claudia Corinthia was a part of the greater imperial family. Before he could respond with his own self-introduction, the arrival of Caesar and his immediate family demanded the attention of all the guests. Caesar was direct in his approach - waving to those gathered and giving them thanks for attending before the minglers once again mingled.
Lucius returned his attention to the young Claudia Corinthia. "I am Lucius Junius Silanus, son of Marcus, nephew to the late Decimus, and head of the Junii-Silani."
Set before the Imperial Banquet
The afternoon had finally arrived. Claudia had been assisting Drusilla with the decorations and the preparations for the Imperial banquet. It was the first time she could remember being in Naples, it had not been an overly exciting journey to get to the villa, and she awkwardly dozed most of the way. The city was beautiful. Slaves had assisted her when it came to bathing herself in the ornate baths and relaxed in the water. Once or twice she nearly nodded off being being awoken by one of the slaves. Her body was dried, perfumed, and her hair began to be decorated and styled. Claudia was not oblivious to the fact that as a young, unmarried woman that she would be on show for the supporters of the family. Marriage, it was something all women had to go through. She was well beyond the accepted age of the Vestals nor did she wish to be as restricted as they were.
Her chiton was a pale blue, decorated with semi-precious stones and clung around her waist with a decorated belt. Her sandals were made of lambskin, soft and delicate. Also decorated with semi-precious stones. Casually she chose the jewelry she would wear as it was placed on her body. She stared into her reflection and had to wonder what this night would bring. Claudia stood, drew her gold trimmed palla around her and wondered whether or not she would lose it by the end of the night.
There was a little time before the guests would arrive, and Claudia did not wish to be the first one at the banquet. She wanted to be fashionably late yet not excessively so. In truth, her mind raced with a variety of thoughts about what the night would eventually bring.
Slowly she walked towards the decorated gardens and saw a person. "Salve?" She greeted them questioningly, not yet able to see their face.
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